S-N-A-K-E in the garden ...

No p-photos to-today! Yikes - I actually had a premonition as I walked towards my garden gate that I might encounter a 's-n-a-k-e' ... maybe it was the fact I was wearing girlie open-toed flat shoes and the path was quite overgrown ... maybe subliminal images of 's-n-a-k-e-s' were on my my mind because of the curled hoses enroute ... I don't know (I do know though that I've had 's-n-a-k-e' premonitions before ... so I'm not chalking it up to anything less than that's what it was - for sure - a premonition ...

When I saw it I was approaching the end of the path weeds near the Hens & Chickens birdbath judiciously and there it was coming out of a pile of old suncrisped weeds ... not moving ... it looked like it was dead - not that it was squished or anything but I didn't see breathing and it just had this aura of stillness about it ... but I took no chances and very quickly I scurried back out of my gate faster than lightening ... then I looked in by stretching my neck so it came out of its socket (a technique used so my feet didn't get as close to it as they might have had I not done this) ... I decided I would be a little brave and try to at least get some nasturtiums which were just a little up the garden path - I think I might have seen it's head - I can't be too sure though because my eyes didn't have a very clear vision of it through the foilage shielding it (it that's what it was) from sight (oh not there's a picture I can take and post ... the pesto I made of the nasturtiums - notice it's of the yellow nasturtiums - they are the ones closest to the gate ... the red ones were right up there next to 'it' ... you do realize why I'm spelling it - so it's not like I'm saying it out loud - I do want my Mom to visit my garden when she comes to Toronto - and she won't if she even suspects there's you-know-what's in them thar woods ... I stopped a woman as I was leaving and told her about it and asked if she'd ever encountered any and she nodded that she'd seen the same type in her garden that I had ... she said you just have to kind of ask them to leave and they'll go - I told her I thought mine was dead ... I didn't tell her the dilemna that now leaves me in ... how in the hell am I going to dispose of it ... we're talking about me - the person who had to get her younger brother to come and rescue her after opening my back door and squishing a wayward frog in the porch. I was stranded for the entire day waiting until Wayne got home from work ... I'd tried everything to get out ... dressed up in winter clothes & practiced what I might do after covering my hands in potholder gloves whilst yielding a pot in one hand and a lid in the other ... the whole thing made me crazy ... the idea that if I opened the door it would hop up my pant leg and die or something after it bit me, etc) ... Wayne's wife brought my 4 year old nephew over and they stood in the backyard yelling to me through the back window both more scared than I was - assuring me that help was on the way ... you have to know this brother - he's always late ... has never been on time for anything in his entire life - ever


ok so here's the pesto it tastes a
lot like basil pesto except peppery