Holden Babies

Photo by Chuck Hoffman © Genesis+Art

Chelan, Washington  

All of this talk about fire has kept me from writing about the fawns. I want you to know that there is actually something cuter than a fawn. It is the sight of twin fawns scampering. Scampering twin fawns can bring you to your knees, or at least bring your hand to your heart to keep it from leaping out of your chest.

Consider the word “scamper.” It is perfectly designed to describe what baby deer do when they play and run after their mothers. It is breath taking to watch them, even when they are eating the only tender green shoots in the Village. Right now, the twins and some single fawns with their mothers still hover around the Village while the fires rage on Buckskin, Copper, and Martin's Ridge. The fawns and their mothers give Chuck and I a visceral sense that life abounds—even as the forest transitions—and that God’s steadfast love is present with us no matter our circumstances.

With good courage, Peg

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