By Pauline Tom
Praise God for the rain. Looking back in past Augusts, “Montage” mentioned crunchy grass; and, we prayed for rain. How beautiful the rain sounds and green grass!
A soft rattle near sundown on Sunday turned my head back to the spot on the soft grass where I had just scooped dillo dirt from a bag. Rattling. Diamonds. Triangular head. The snake slithered away, towards our deck. In fact, by the time Ron Tom responded to my calling out and calling cell, the snake disappeared under the deck.
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