Originally, this was to be a post entitled Procrastinators Post. However, while standing outside in the garden to get pictures I nearly stepped on a black snake trapped in the fence.
I felt bad because I knew he was going to die if we didn't cut him loose, but I just knew I wouldn't be able to get close to it without acting like a girl. Thank goodness my sweet (and very brave!) neighbor, Helen, had just pulled up from a long weekend away! She managed to cut the snake out, even though the snake was opening his big mouth and hissing very mean-like.
Without further adieu, the tweeked Original Post......
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Then again, I take it back.
Procrastinating Finding snakes in your yard makes life adventurous and fun.
For instance, I should be packing for a trip I am about to take. But instead I was outside taking pictures of my garden.
This isn't an ordinary trip. Its a trip in which I have the privilege of leaving to take a side trip. Only to come back to my first trip, just in time to pack up and make the trip home.
Confused?
Well, try packing for it.
Especially since these trips couldn't be more polar opposite in the area of climate.
I heard a rumor that it was 113 in the southern AZ town I will be visiting a mere 72 hours from now.
But its a dry heat. With poisonous snakes.
I am about to enter into The Land of Many Great Hair Days, and y'all know I like me some good hair.
I despise snakes.
Let's see...what else can I tell you about, since I'm killing time here...
I am growing a tomato in my garden!
Yes, you read that right. I am growing one lonely tomato in the garden, but I love him all the same.
Unfortunately, by the time he's ripe he may be snake food I'll be sipping poolside margaritas in the desert sun.
We have a cantaloupe and a few cucumbers as well.
Thank the good Lord that I can just buy my veggies from the grocer down the street, cuz I can’t handle the reptiles we would certainly starve.
All right. All right! I'm going...
....to go bake something delicious for my neighbor. If you only knew how many times she has bailed me out of crazy situations...
Happy Monday!
11 comments:
yuck!! I can handle a lot of things.. snacks however are not one of them!! Good luck packing!
Ohhh! Snakes are evil. Can't. Stand. Them!
I hate snakes...I really do! I've had two of them in my yard this summer..first two in SEVEN years!! Fortunately, my 'baby' sister was here to kill them while I stood on the deck and squealed like a little girl.
Your tomato is very cute.
RE: 113. Not a rumor. Blah. See you in a few days! :) :) :)
You at least have a "potential" tomato. I have a sun-dried one, withering on the vine as we speak.
We may have to send the neighbor on snake patrol before my next visit. Bake her something extra big.
Oh my - that's a big snake! My man has seen one that raises up its head to look over the black plastic "don't wash away" barrier around our new yard...I hope I do not encounter it or there will be high pitched screams filling our street!
I almost skipped this post because of the title. Snakes scare the bejeebers out of me!
Land of Great Hair - yes, that is one thing I can't complain about in regard to low humidity. My hubby was in AZ last week, and it was exactly 113 while he was there. I can barely imagine that.
That tomato looks great to me! I usually grow several plants, but skipped it this year - love homegrown tomatoes.
So hate snakes - I relocate the black ones though. Well, hubby or someone else relocates them. I scream, run and hide!
I have only one tomato also! But I see a few more sprouting. I hope you get more, too.
I LOVE your new blog look! Sooo beautiful!
I'm sure to have terrifying dreams tonight thanks to those pictures! YIKES.
Nell
You'll think me creepy, but I was bored, on my road trip, and tried to look up the type of snake he was. Still couldn't figure it out. I don't like them, but I have an odd fascination with them--the same feeling as in observing tornadoes.
BTW, while I was standing, getting ready to get into my raft for white water rafting, apparently, a snake slithered right over the top of my shoes. Thank you God, that I didn't see it.
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