So, since we are moving many months before we were supposed to, we’ll never get the chance to see the snow melt and reveal our lawn ornaments. That means going in after them.
So I went in…and dug and dug, sticking the shovel down into the snow as though I were a rescuer searching after an avalanche. Looking for my shovel to find something with resistance. Of course, I find it under the deepest part of snow in the yard.
I dug, and dug, on my hands and knees, doggy style, slinging the snow behind me.
When I thought we were good, I grabbed ahold and gave a pull.
They were frozen to the ground. And unfortunately the rescue has turned into a recovery mission. I just beheaded Bambi.
My mother-in-law made these adorable ceramic deer for us over 10 years ago – and they have moved with us from house to house, greeting our visitors at each one.
And so, dear deer…you were loved. Rest in Peace.