Several years ago as I was looking for wildflowers to photograph, the late spring foliage was well out. Certain evergreen shrubs and small leafy saplings left only footpath clearance. A distant sound of music caught my attention. Of course, this interrupted my fantasy that the forest was a refuge from everyday hustle and bustle. The music became louder. Lo and behold, I stumbled across a little box that housed a sounding radio.
Bob Giles, who allowed me to roam his private woodlands, later explained: The music discouraged deer from eating tender garden plantings. Bob confessed that it was not always successful. My lack of experience reminded me of a Time Magazine pictorial caption, “To the uninitiated — rude enlightenment.”
Copyright © 2002 William T. Hathaway.