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This day has been a dreary and depressing day, cloudy, with no rain, just high heat and humity, lots of sweat. My legs ached as i drudged around the garden, glaring at weeds that i had neither the stregnth nor conviction to bend over and pull, as mosquitos bit me all over, even sucking blood from the top of my bald head, like tiny kamkazi vampires. Walking was painful, but so was sitting, and at least walking gave a little bit of a breeze, so i just continued on, making my rounds. Got to keep the trails intact.
I came upon the back gardern, and found that the recent rains had caused tremendous new growth in the wild black raspberries. They were clabboring over the tomoto plants and draping themselves all over the brocolli leaves. Vigorous new shoots were trying to root them selves in off-limits parts of the garden. I had unleashed a monster! 'Gotta keep them trellised" i thought, "don't want any pit vipers in here!" For those who don't know, poisonous snakes of all types LOVE to hang out in berry patches, especially over grown ones where they can hide under the foliage, in wait for their next victim to come along. Rats, mice, lizards, birds, all sorts of small prey love berries. Big rattlesnakes and cotton mouths like to eat small prey. Hiding in a berry patches makes an easy living for snakes, the trial lawyers of the animal kingdom.
I remembered the time i had been picking wild black raspberries in a woodland patch near a creek. At one point i stomped my foot down on some low growth and saw a coiled up water moccasin, head reared back and ready to strike, and sitting not more than a foot from my shin. I froze in shear terror. Then i slowly backed away. Why she didn't strike at me i'll never know. I gues she felt safe in that thorny thicket, or maybe she thought i was just a deer. Whatever the case, my berry basket when flying and i probably set the world sprinting record that day for the fastest that any human has ever run.
My recollection was enough to send a shiver down my spine and give me a jolt of motivation. Those big black raspberries are so tasty, but those pit viper snakes are so big and poisonous. I started bending over and lifting the thorny canes, tucking them gently into the wire mesh of the trellis. At least my day was not a complete loss.
I came upon the back gardern, and found that the recent rains had caused tremendous new growth in the wild black raspberries. They were clabboring over the tomoto plants and draping themselves all over the brocolli leaves. Vigorous new shoots were trying to root them selves in off-limits parts of the garden. I had unleashed a monster! 'Gotta keep them trellised" i thought, "don't want any pit vipers in here!" For those who don't know, poisonous snakes of all types LOVE to hang out in berry patches, especially over grown ones where they can hide under the foliage, in wait for their next victim to come along. Rats, mice, lizards, birds, all sorts of small prey love berries. Big rattlesnakes and cotton mouths like to eat small prey. Hiding in a berry patches makes an easy living for snakes, the trial lawyers of the animal kingdom.
I remembered the time i had been picking wild black raspberries in a woodland patch near a creek. At one point i stomped my foot down on some low growth and saw a coiled up water moccasin, head reared back and ready to strike, and sitting not more than a foot from my shin. I froze in shear terror. Then i slowly backed away. Why she didn't strike at me i'll never know. I gues she felt safe in that thorny thicket, or maybe she thought i was just a deer. Whatever the case, my berry basket when flying and i probably set the world sprinting record that day for the fastest that any human has ever run.
My recollection was enough to send a shiver down my spine and give me a jolt of motivation. Those big black raspberries are so tasty, but those pit viper snakes are so big and poisonous. I started bending over and lifting the thorny canes, tucking them gently into the wire mesh of the trellis. At least my day was not a complete loss.