We finally got the cool change that the weather forecasters had been promising. No rain though – half you luck those who did get it. Send it our way next time. It was so nice sleeping last night with no air conditioner on for a change. The air is always so much fresher. Thank you also to those who have promised to roll in the snow for me – it is appreciated.
Today, cause we have done nothing all week, was declared to be a gardening day. We pottered at lots of jobs in what was left of the morning, we are not early risers on the holidays, had lunch then did some more in the afternoon. The children and Ashley all had a swim in the dam, then up the house for showers.
About 4ish I heard Ashley start the Kanga and saw him working on our compost pile. Being the good wife I am I thought I should help and water down each layer as he piled it on the last. All was going well until the about the fourth load.
All of a sudden I yelled “Snake”, moved about 20 feet in a second and dived for the shovel, threw it at Ashley, screaming at the dog to stay back at the same time. Multiskilled I am…lol. Ashley turned off the Kanga, caught the shovel, but by then the snake was under the wood shed. Meanwhile I had caught the dog, yelled at James to stay back (he came running to see if he could help) and twitched everytime I saw a movement in the corner of my eye. While Ashley was doing a Steve Irwin and trying to find the snake, I took the dog to the house and gave Elise strict instuctions to keep both dogs inside, went back and got Nicola and James and took them up to the house. Mum came down to see what the excitement was all about and asked why I didn’t have a shovel. Honestly – it would be half my luck the snake would think I was a safe refuge and head for my shorts. I passed her a shovel and stood well back. Have I mentioned I’m a coward at heart. Finally the two “experts” decided that the snake was long gone.
Meanwhile I am standing on the only bare patch of ground that seemed safe, shaking like a leaf and twitching at any movement. After a really, really good cry Ashley was told to get the Kanga, because I was going to clear out every bit of garden and only have lawn so I could see said snakes a trifle more easily. Needless to say he ignored the slightly hysterical staments that were issuing forth. Mum then told me “Don’t worry, the summer is the worst time for them”. Well duhhhh!
What I want to know is why the hell was a snake in my garden in the first place, for those who like to know these things it was a four foot brown snake, and how dare it even think about poking its nose on my land. I’m not sure I want any garden now and the thought of putting my hand into a clump of plants to pull out weeds rates up there with a visit to the dentist. Now I have to say in the 7 years that we have been here, there have probably only been three snakes sighted in all that time, and one was a baby less than 30 cm long. The trouble is they are all brown snakes which are nasty, although Ashley tell me they will run/slither away before they will try to bit you. Like I’m going to hang around long enough to find out.
Ohh I forgot to mention we had our “safety gear” on – shorts, t-shirts and thongs.