Otherwise entitled: Snakes, Natural Grass and Views, Oh My! |  |
 |  |
I have taken to hiking since my move to Montara in early May. For those of you who know me, this is akin to say, your 80-year-old grandmother telling you she's going skydiving with you for your birthday. i.e. I don't hike. Or, I didn't. That was BM - Before Montara. And now, all that's left is AF - After Montara, in which I like hiking.
Having cleared that up, I have always liked snakes. So my excitement and joy over a snake in the trail (who seemed to have just had a mousy-snack) is nothing new and relatively un-newsworthy, compared with the hiking thing. On my walk back down the hill, I stopped to gather some cat-taily like grass for my new vase that was sorely lacking in something to contain.
I thought I should verbally tie all those title things together for you, lest you worry about my sanity. Which, in all fairness, you could still do.
-Jocelyn Broyles
No comments:
Post a Comment