A Wounded Fox

 Soon the sun will rise. 

I love the seasons wherever I am…as I type in the morning, I watch the light change over Lake Michigan.   At this moment, the lake is very still.  A few ripples.   There are icebergs and a ribbon of rose along the horizon.

On Sunday, a wounded fox came to a sunny spot in our front yard, right in front of the house, to rest and heal.   He or she seemed unafraid and not in pain.  When we came home a few hours later, the fox was gone.  I am honored that we were a safe place for a time.

Lake Michigan has always been a part of my life.  My parents took us to feed the ducks there in Milwaukee when we were young.  When Karl and I lived in Illinois, we drove to Chicago to walk the beach there.  Here every season, we usually go for a drive further north to see other views of the lake.   I cooked and waitressed at Pizza Hut when we were students  at the University of Wisconsin-Madison.  So sometimes we pick a Pizza Hut in a northern city for our destination.  

We like our “tried and true” routines.   We know what a blessing from God they are and not to be taken for granted.  

2 thoughts on “A Wounded Fox

  1. Hi, Ellen. What beautiful reflections! Wisconsin is an ongoing feast for the senses–especially those of us who love the 4 seasons!

    There is something about water–our rivers, lakes, and the big waters of Lake Michigan and Superior. We have the biggest lake in the USA on our north boundary, and the largest river on the west.

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