The Missing Vine

Last spring after the final snow fall, Helen and Bob decided to do some landscaping
 As a part of their landscaping they bought a large trellis.   They planted in front of this trellis a mature, yellow, flowering vine. The vine stood over six feet tall. They spent hours securing each tender shoot to the trellis.  After planting it they stood back admiring it. It was a beauty!
The very next day my mom was gazing out from our large picture window.   As she often does she sat quietly just  watching the world go by. My mom loves to look out the window. As she stared towards Helen and Bob's house she noticed a deer approaching Helen and Bob's new vine. The deer approached tentatively at first, then rather eagerly.   The snow had just melted and not much was green. The deer devoured the tender green shoots and lovely yellow blooms. Soon the deer was joined by another deer and finally, a third deer. My mom watched as the deer ate Helen and Bob's new vine ... they ate every bit of that vine ... until absolutely nothing was left! There stood the trellis completely empty.
Once the deer ate every last bit of the vine they finally walked away.   Shortly after the deer left Bob came out of the house.   My mom called me to the window (I had no idea what had transpired). I looked at Bob he was searching desperately for something... I asked my mom what is he searching for? “His vine!” she said. Bob looked quite perplexed. He looked under rocks, behind trees as if the vine had walked away. My mom found it quite funny. She said. “ Oh that poor man has no idea what had happened to his vine!” She found it quite hilarious and laughed laughed a guilty deep laugh.
I asked my mom ... why did she not shoo the deer away...she said she was caught up in the beauty of the hungry deer feasting... Her laughter quieted.   She said, “I suppose that will soon be me looking for six foot vines in six inch places.” A year ago my mom knew she had Alzheimer's disease and knew what was coming.