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The other day I was on my hands and knees literally crawling around in the dirt, planting transplants and seeds in the garden. I took a break and stood up, out of the corner of my eye I saw something right next to me moving.

It was this guy

 

Who chose to slither its way right past me and through the garden.
Needless to say, these are the times that I believe my guardian angel was looking over my shoulder. If I had been on the ground when it slithered within inches of me I would have: (1) screamed and (2) jumped which would have scared the crap out of both me and the snake. I am quite sure that nothing good would have come of that. Instead, I was standing, able to grab my Iphone and take these pictures — all without the screaming and jumping which while entertaining I am sure as it would have been to my husband who was somewhere in the vicinity… it would not have been good. Nope. Not at all.
A few minutes later I walked to the opposite end of the garden where I had stacked some big rocks to get one and guess who was there? Yup. The snake. Gosh, that guy is quick. Otherwise, there’s more than one and I just don’t want to think that. So, yes, he is one fast snake. Yup, that’s it.

 

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When I went outside this morning, it was sunny and I decided to lift the side on the greenhouse so that the bees could get in and do their work. (Yes, it has been that cool and rainy here that the plants in the greenhouse are doing much, much better than the garden and haven’t even shown any signs of it being too hot in there) When I lifted the side plastic, I saw my resident snake, curled up in my seed tray right on my plants, enjoying the warm weather. I went inside to get the camera, came out and noticed that the snake appeared to be much larger. No – the snake had morphed into 2 snakes, who were as you can see, quite comfortably lounging in my seedlings.

In addition to the snakes, we now have snow peas, hot peppers and little tomatoes. Finally, things in the garden are starting to bloom.

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DSCN4430 I remember the anticipation when we first planted this clematis plant in our flower bed here in Vermont. We (or at least, I) anxiously waited for the first bloom that first year. I remember that there was one, perfect, beautiful flower. Now, several years later, the plant is filled with more than a dozen blooms, each more beautiful than the first.

Gardening is patience. It is the ultimate test of one’s ability to watch, watch and see what happens. Sometimes, the results are spectacular and sometimes, they are not so good, and still sometimes, nothing ever comes to fruition.

I inherited my love of gardening from my grandfather, who was to the best of my recollection, an extremely patient man. He coaxed things to grow and he definitely had a green thumb. There are peach trees in my mother’s yard today that he planted from a pit from a fruit he had just finished eating. I remember it. I saw it and the tree that came from it. After more than 30 years, I still remember that and it still amazes me. He did compost before composting was the rage and he grew a backyard full of vegetable plants. He always took the time to carefully tend the plants and the results were, well, always well worth the effort.

I think of the garden as my “space” both physically and mentally. Today, the sun broke through the dark clouds and I felt compelled to spend an hour or so in the garden, planting, tending, remembering.

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I bought these awesome, huge dahlia plants from our local Rutland Farmer’s Market, from a stand whose name presently escapes me. They were quite the bargain at 3 for $8.50 and beat out what was available at one third the size and almost $7 each from the local garden centers.

This afternoon, while in the garden, I went to water my seed trays which are in the coldframe/greenhouse we have in the garden. It was quite warm in there today and the seedling trays were in need of water. As I stepped inside to water them (I cannot stand straight inside of it) I was startled. It evidently was so warm and cozy in there that a snake had taken up residence and scared the wits out of me. My only thought was thankfully this happened when it did and not several minutes earlier, when I was on my hands and knees in there and would have been, more or less, face to face with it. That scenario played out in my head which would have provided Tom and the boys with plenty of good “make fun of Tammy” material. I figured that I would have jumped up, knocked my head on the wood bracing and knocked myself clean away, to be found sometime later by the boys or Tom, unconscious in the cold frame with a snake necklace.

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