A Jungle Out There
Because of the frequent and heavy rain recently, everything is growing. And growing.
My old gazebo—the little one John and I built from a kit in the mid-80s and brought with us when we moved to rural America—disappeared into the foliage a few weeks ago.
The other day, I decided to trim the redbuds and to see if I could find the gazebo.
Yep. Still there. But it's more "treehouse" than gazebo now.
Whenever I weed or trim, I tell myself I'm "editing" the landscape. It's a writer thing.
My old gazebo—the little one John and I built from a kit in the mid-80s and brought with us when we moved to rural America—disappeared into the foliage a few weeks ago.
The other day, I decided to trim the redbuds and to see if I could find the gazebo.
Yep. Still there. But it's more "treehouse" than gazebo now.
Whenever I weed or trim, I tell myself I'm "editing" the landscape. It's a writer thing.
Speaking of editing, I've added another photo to this post. Not long after Amy posted a comment (see comments) about being careful of snakes, I decided to sweep the front porch. Guess what I found behind a planter?
I guess it is a jungle out there.
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Labels: nature
posted by Becky Mushko | 8:00 AM
6 Comments:
Be careful Miss Becky. I'd hate for you to stumble upon a black snake in that gazebo. Yikes!
I'd love to find a blacksnake there. I'd transplant it to the barn where its services are sorely needed. My last blacksnake left last fall—I saw it slithering across the yard and toward the pasture across the road. I couldn't manage to herd it back to the horse shed.
Rumor has it that copperheads don't live where blacksnakes are in residence.
If you see a blacksnake, tell it to come my way.
I read an e-mail with pictures of a black snake devouring a rattle snake, rattle and all!
I respect snakes, and leave them be. I just don't want them 'snaking' up on me!
Did you transplant your snake to the barn? We had a black snake around the house, but I accidently ran over him with the lawnmower this afternoon. I felt really bad about it, but I just didn't see him.
I didn't get to transplant him (her?), doggone it. By the time my husband came home (to help with the snake herding/capture/transfer), the snake had moved on.
I think the snake was on the porch because of all the rain we've had lately. The yard is kind of swampy.
I'm hoping he (she?) will find his way to the barn by himself (herself?)
Shiver. Not fond of snakes at all! Yikes.
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