Getting older is odd. I moved a wood pile today - a big woodpile full of boards, some short and some maybe fifteen feet long. They were heavy and it was not Texas hot, but warm all the same. I got burrs in my hair and scratched up my hands and i was probably buch slower than my daughter would have been. My body is tired tonight. I am very happy to be in my bed in an airconditioned house with my lap top. I know moving that wood pile was harder for me than it would have been ten years ago, but I moved a wood pile today. I realize how lucky I am to be sixty one and alive and still able to move a wood pile and have people around with whom to work on projects we all care about.
Oh, there was treasure in the woodpile, a pair of gorgeous king snakes, each looking like a jeweled rope about four feet long. I learned from Chris that femail king shakes have thicker bodies and narrower tails than males. We definitely had one of each shape. they were slightly different in coloration too, both with much glossy black, but he with a pattern more golden to apricot and she more golden to violet - such pretty snakes both of them. We wished for a big aquarium for a minute, but it seems better to let them be wild. I was pleased that Liam seemed to understand that snakes like these are beautiful to look at, not scary if Daddy says they aren't venemous, but to be respected as wild and not bothered or touched.
And on a funny (now) note, it is much easier to get burrs in your hair than I ever would have thought. I had hundreds all over my body, head, and clothes at one point this afternoon. It is also easier to get them out of long hair than I ever imagined. If you ever have a mane full of burrs, don't panic and use an absurd amount of conditioner and a good brush.
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