I love to garden. And I can do it all year. In the winter, I will move plants around that may not have done well in the particular spot I planted it. When the plant tag says full sun—does that mean full sun in Ohio, or our incinerator blast furnace heat we have in South Texas. There is a big difference. So I work on doing native and xeriscape planting. If you have been reading my blog you know that I compost like a mad woman. Mulch, too. And boy do the Texas critters enjoy it. I get ravaged by fire ants, stung by wasps, threatened by Palmetto bugs and here is what happened to me when I went to move the Bulbine.
I did not notice anything strange until the plant root flicked its tongue at me. Yes, that is a snake. Baby, albeit.
And lucky for it (and me...) a harmless brown garden snake. I was grabbing for the hoe and jumping backwards at the same time. I am hollering for Sam to bring the camera. Blog material. He is asking "why inthehell do you want me to take a picture of plant roots!?" Sweet Jesus, he says, when he sees the root/snake curl around.
So I toss the snake out in the field, plant the bulbine, refresh my iced tea and call it a day. Hope you all have a good weekend out there.