Briel (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} briel_morrigan) wrote,@ 2008-06-03 10:23:00 |
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Ahh the simple life.
I usually spend about three hours in the garden each morning before it gets hot. Time is passed with half-assed weeding and me counting all the green tomatoes and cackling. First on my way back from the compost pile I was hissed at. Nope, not a small kitten. A king snake. Terror didn't really ensue and I checked it to make sure I hadn't stepped on it. But later. In the cucumber patch. There was terror. Alright, it was just a chicken snake. But HUGE. At least 5 feet long and about the size of my wrist. I quickly exited the garden and composed myself inside. So, just thought I'd share.
I usually spend about three hours in the garden each morning before it gets hot. Time is passed with half-assed weeding and me counting all the green tomatoes and cackling. First on my way back from the compost pile I was hissed at. Nope, not a small kitten. A king snake. Terror didn't really ensue and I checked it to make sure I hadn't stepped on it. But later. In the cucumber patch. There was terror. Alright, it was just a chicken snake. But HUGE. At least 5 feet long and about the size of my wrist. I quickly exited the garden and composed myself inside. So, just thought I'd share.
