Perhaps I should have titled this “A Walk in the Garden-part two” instead of “A Brave Day” although either title works. Today it was a bit too rainy to plant in the garden , so I decided to clean up around the yard and garden a bit. Somehow we have accumulated bits of this and that and it is starting to look bad. I’m talking about bits of wood stakes, pieces of plastic plant trays, some string…that sort of stuff. I’m energized today, so with trash bag in hand, I head to the garden. We have an area of the garden that is fenced to discourage deer and other critters that like to nibble on tender plants. I had a brainstorm that I could plant some perinneals along the outside of the fence to make it prettier. Then when we are sitting in the yard the view would be much more pleasant. Anyway, back to my story. I pick up a few bits of trash, and then decide to move a piece of tarp to pull it away from the fence. I don’t even remember how or when the tarp got there in the first place, but it is badly degraded and no longer useful, so it needs to be disposed of properly. Living near woods and fields as we do, I realize there is a good probability there is something underneath. I’ve found some huge worms and tons of bugs before so I try to be prepared. Then I stop to think. There could be OTHER creepy crawly things there as well. And no one is home but me right this minute. I look around a minute while I think and mentally shake myself. I am a grown woman, This is going to be a brave new day.
Full of confidence in my newfound bravery, I pull the tarp and sure enough, there is something much bigger than a worm, and not even the same color! I dropped the tarp and turned to run. Wait…this is my brave new day, remember? I know in my head that most of the snakes in our area are friendly black snakes or garden snakes that wouldn’t hurt me at all. But my heart remembers the day I was trying to discourage a snake and she reared up and prepared to strike. Now what do I do? I prefer to know where snakes are before they know where I am, and if I don’t remove the snake, I will forever wonder if she is lurking each time I reach down to pull a weed in that area. Mumbling, “Today is a brave new day. Today is a brave new day” over and over, I head to the shed to get a hoe and shovel. Hopefully I can remove the snake without having to look at it too much since it is only about 20 feet to the woods.
Without going in to detail, I managed to remove the snake. I would say it was a cute little thing, but it wasn’t. I would say it was only a little thing, but it was’t because size is relative. Let me just say instead I certainly hope the snake is happy outside of my domain.
After getting rid of the snake, I look back at the tarp. This brave new day stuff is getting old. I pull the tarp more- with the hoe of course- in case the snake had relatives visiting for the day. Nothing moved. Except me. I’m going back inside to wait for tomorrow. Sigh. I hear it will be a brave new day.