I have opened a very popular eatery.

On Monday night the favorite was Hosta on the Hill.

The buffet line was totally cleaned out.

The Tuesday night special was Daylily Delight. Only one juicy Whooperee flower left.

Yesterday evening, I prepared for last night’s feasting

by adding some stinky Society Garlic as a side.

If you are expecting  jokes about getting a gun and making venison,

you will be disappointed.

You see I once was a bear,  pregnant with twins.

NO, I am not crazy.  I am a biologist.  I took PROJECT WILD training.

In one of the activities, we were assigned an animal role.

I was a bear pregnant with twins.  I had to capture at least three times more food cards than the others.

One total let me live, a higher total let one cub live and the highest total let all three of us survive.

At the end of the “game” I was exhausted and sweaty.   I did my best.   My totals weren’t high enough.

PAUSE…

Let that that sink in.  Who got to survive you ask?   If you are a mother, you know it doesn’t matter.

One of the munching deer is pregnant,  that means at least one more “mouth” to feed…

And we have coyotes.

Mother Nature is my mother, too.

Flowers are Edible.  Bring it Mama!