Warning: There is a snake picture below.
Seeing a snake this early makes me think it’s going to be a very long snake season around here.
I’m trying to think of something to write to get this picture down to where folks who don’t want to see it won’t see it accidentally.
I was sitting in the house knitting. Vince came to the door and said “Grab your camera and come outside. The snakes are out!” I can’t tell you (1) how much I’ve enjoyed not having to watch every step I take and every place I stick my hand and having to listen for every little rustle in the grass and (2) that the first thought that entered my head was “I can’t spend another summer dealing with the massive number of snakes around here.”
With a little self control, I managed not to blurt out “I don’t want to live here any more!” I know every place has snakes but dang it . . we have too many.
Look at that . . all curled up behind the shutter . . just inches from the door we walk through every day. I put my hand on the wall right near that snake almost every day to lean against the wall to take my shoes off before going inside.
As always when something like this happens, I think about the pioneer women who first arrived here and I wonder why on earth they stayed. I guess they didn’t have a lot of choice. Yep . . I do know that feeling! 🙁