You’ve probably heard that the queen of England is quite a sportswoman? The firearm she takes aim with on the cover of this article suggests at least curiosity.
The title “Queen Elizabeth II: A Badass Hunter?" nearly tells a story, regardless of the question mark.
My late father would have gotten on famously with Queen Elizabeth. Dad loved a good deer hunt: wake up in the wee hours, find a quiet place to burrow, wait, aim, fire, kill, drag, skin, chop, freeze, thaw, cook. Most of you know the drill.
Queen D (my queen :) didn't fancy deer hunting. Mom's part in pop's hunting hobby was preparing the kill, ensuring it met adequate expectations of deliciousness.
Speaking of deer, queen D often talks about deer hanging out around her home. She tells stories of deer with babies napping outside her kitchen window, lone does that come and go, and once early in the morning she spotted a small herd in the center of her front lawn. --Now, that wouldn't have been a very exciting hunt for dad!--
Jeff and I wined and dined our queen mother [again] this past weekend. We chose a favorite Italian restaurant (the one I've talked about a million times before) that happens to be close to her home, Carbonara Trattoria. (As we were leaving the restaurant, a tall, friendly, handsome man approached us happy to see queen D. It was her doctor of many years. I’ve accompanied mom to many doctor appointments and had never met or seen her doctor...often wondering if one really existed.)
Guess who stopped by during our usual digitgal photo shoot?
One of mom's friendly, neighborhood deer circled the house, staring at us, rather nonchalantly. Almost as though she was perturbed: excuse me, this is my turf, queen D belongs to me.
I earnestly wanted to feed a carrot, celery stick or canned corn to the sweet doe. Queen D wasn’t on board for wildlife charity whatsoever, at least that night she wasn't. Mom is definitely not a deer-killer enthusiast or "badass hunter" like the real Queen. Nor is she one to enable wildlife. In fact, she’s never been an enabler of anything.
Keep smiling, loving, and praying, my friends. Reaping what we sow is so, so true.
Thank you for reading!
Love, Shelley
A man reaps what he sows. The one who sows to please his sinful nature, from that nature will reap destruction; the one who sows to please the Spirit, from the Spirit will reap eternal life. Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up - Galatians 6:7-9
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