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A garter snake, crossing our front path yesterday morning. Two feet long, or longer. Snakes give me the willies, so I didn't get close enough to measure.
Later in the afternoon, Ted saw it behind the house, near the stone wall bordering our neighbor's driveway.
I hope it's moved on.
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I am mortified of snakes, but regarding this entire site? I am so thrilled for you! Proud, excited, full of anticipation...celebrating your passion, creativity, sense of exploration & fearlessness... You get the idea. Consider yourself hugged, tightly. xo, Sandie
Posted by: Sandie {A Bloggable Life} | May 31, 2011 at 08:37 AM
I love our Western Racers (I suppose our northwestern equivalent of garter snakes) but they always surprise and take my breath away when I come across one. Currently, one has taken up residence in the greenhouse. I walk carefully...
Posted by: Christine | May 31, 2011 at 01:33 PM
You could send the snakes to my house. One special memory was a Girl Scouts trip where a park ranger let us handle a snake. So silky smooth.
Posted by: susan g | June 2, 2011 at 03:37 PM
Sandie, I actually know people here who have snakes inside their houses. I'm biting my tongue, because thank goodness that's never happened to us!
Christine, to be honest, I'm always afraid I'll run over one with the lawn mower. Ugh.
Susan, so you have good snake memories? I can't imagine it!
Posted by: Lydia (The Perfect Pantry) | June 2, 2011 at 03:46 PM