Angel Wing, Deer, What is it?

Yes, I messed up my foot again. I don't know when or how, but once again I'm getting zingers around my ankle and up my leg...so....
A little birdie told me to...
Get under the Angels Wing and...
Find a place to rest...(this doe just laid her fawn down for the morning), maybe I can lay down too???
Have a 'Ginger'snap and warm tea...
In the Valley of the Lily...
And don't get stung!
Does anyone know what this fella is? He is about an 1 1/2 inches long with a hard tail...just please tell me he is NOT a tree borer...we cannot loose anymore trees due to drought and insects.

I spent the morning at my Mothers walking around her yard, peeking at the growth of her flowers and fruit trees. I had told her of all the dying trees I noticed on the way to the farm. So many thirsty trees. She, too, is worried about the damage the drought has already done, and what will this year bring. On the local news just this morning, they spoke of the water table being down so low. They said that according to records kept, it has not been this dry in northern Wisconsin for 125 years. We agreed that we were so fortunate to have had new wells dug last fall. We can only imagine how busy the drillers will be again this year, if this keeps up.

I helped her water and feed her treasured chicks. I noticed that they gather around her legs just like the chickens gathered around Dad when he would come near. It's funny how something so silly brings back such fond memories of him. She dug up a Cinnamon Fern for me that had taken root in the edge of her lawn where she did not want it. As I reached for the fork to dig it myself, she refused to let go of the handle...Your foot, she says., still taking care of me. I should be taking care of her.

I asked about the old wringer washer she had when I was just a kid. I wondered if she still had it somewhere. I told her I could remember like yesterday, as she helped me lift those heavy, wet jeans and guide them through the wringer. She said it must have ended up on the rockpile like all things years ago, that no longer served purpose. She was a good one tho, Mom remembered, a good heavy duty Maytag, just like Ma's, she said. How she laughed. How I love her laugh. I see her Mother, my Grams, in her, more and more., the way she stands with her hand on her hip, her mischievous grin, falling asleep on her hand to 'rest her eyes'. How I miss Grams.

A visit does not go by when we don't talk about Dad. How I miss him. How she misses him. How we will always love him. I did not mean this to turn into a somber moment, but I guess it has. I guess I am realizing just how short life is. How valuable our memories are, when we can remember. Mom is going to be 81 in a few weeks. Grams lived to be just shy of her 102nd birthday. Dad laughed his way to heaven at 80. And, I'm shamefully regretting another birthday. Longevity runs in my family, both sides, but it does not mean I want to go there. I guess that as we age, have health problems, age, slow down physically and mentally, age, encounter less energy, life gets a different kind of difficult, doesn't it.

Thanks for listening and have a great weekend. I will be going to a few graduation parties, chasing grandkids for working parents, doing a bit more gardening, and sleeping in if I get a chance.

BlessYa, Everyone!