Garden Snakes

I am outside, sitting in a chair, reading a book about gardening. I am imagining all the wonderful things that I could do in this yard. I look down at the ground around my chair and notice a snake curled in the grass. The author of this book never mentions snakes in her garden. I decide I don’t really want to garden. I carefully get out of the chair so as not to disturb the snake. I walk toward the back porch. There is another very big snake stretched out in the grass between me and the back porch. It scares me, but I avoid it. My mom is on the back porch, and I tell her that I’ve decided I don’t want to garden.

Note: I am actually reading a book about gardening at the moment.