death march

Mojo's Afternoon o' Sloth...

So I was up at three yesterday, doin' Important Stuff, and when I got back home in the early afternoon instead of taking a nap--which is what Mojo felt like doing, quite desperately--I instead decided to take a quick hike to my spot, since it looked and felt like one of the best last days of autumn. The lake gets REALLY COLD and windy once it freezes over, and the snow gets knee- and waist-deep, and a casual hike turns into some sort of endurance death march instead of a lazy stroll. And when you reach the lake, instead of "ahhh, here I am at the lake" you are instead sliced to ribbons by this freezing, freezing biting wind coming off the ice. So I tend to only hike down there in the winter when my Favorite Husband FORCES ME TO.

But for your continuing envy and edification, I took my cell phone with me, so in addition to fielding a call from my Favorite Older Sister I was able to document autumn's last gasp in Mojo's neck of the woods. More Mojo!>>

Grumpy Angry Garter Snake (aka GAGS)

Ever since we moved up here and my Favorite Husband spent heaven knows how many hours constructing the Infamous Fire Pit, I have had vague daydreams of planting hostas around it, so that in the summer instead of trying to mow right up against the rocks I'd have this magical impenetrable ring of giant leaves around it. Because that's what hostas do, don'tcha know.

Finally this spring, after years of talking about it to my Favorite Husband, who just grunted and shrugged at the notion, I got up the gumption to buy eight baby hosta plants and I planted them in a pleasing circular pattern around the perimeter. And once I did, my Favorite Husband began objecting strenuously to the entire idea. His argument was that planting plants around the fire pit would rend it inoperable as a fire pit, etc., etc., etc. A point rendered moot the next time we had a fire.I think when push comes to shove, he simply didn't want his macho fire pit to turn into some sort of sissy flower garden. I chose hostas specifically because they were more vegetative than flowery, and they can put up with a fair amount of trampling and abuse while still doing their job. Anyway, they're there for now, and I suspect I can keep them there until he forgets about his objections.

But this isn't about hostas. It's about Grumpy Angry Garter Snake, who has decided to live oot and aboot the fire pit, and--unlike many garter snakes, who run for their lives when humans approach and/or philosophically accept Mojo digging in the dirt near their basking place--Grumpy Angry Garter Snake openly resents our presence and claim of ownership of pretty much the entire property. More Mojo!>>

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