I do practice what I preach. I head out in the early mornings or early evening to water my plants by hand, ok with a hose in hand. It is one of the nicer solitude moments that I get around here. I may only have 3 boys, but they are just as busy and noisy as 12 of them. Call me exhausted.
Even in this Kansas wind, hair flying about blinding me, I still venture forth to to this simple plant life saving thing. By far the orchard is the easiest to water. Lay hose down, mull around pretending to inspect plants, pick hose up, move to next tree, watch the bird flop around attempting to take my attention away from her eggs.
So I water, we have established that. One evening I was out doing exactly that, diddling around, acting like I was important. It was exceptionally windy out and some where along the line I had this brilliant idea of not tieing my hair back. It might as well have been midnight for all I could see. Suddenly something very hard hit the side of my boot. I looked down, in between whirling hair, and saw nothing. hhhmmm...odd. I picked the hose up and moved to the next thirsty tree. Just as I was about to pick the hose up and move on again, something hard hit the side of my boot, once more. This time I saw what it was, but it took me by surprise, and I howled!
A Gopher snake had followed me from tree to tree, attacking my boot! It was huge, easily 5 feet long. Nope, not exaggerating. Good thing it wasn't a rattler.
And with that, have a great weekend everyone!