|Photo From The Garder's Companion|
First thing I had to do was thin out a big patch of overgrown mint (which I do not want), to make room for the lovely petunias (which I do want).
That is when I thought about what happened last week when I reached my naked hand into a bush to trim some dead leaves and a sudden, searing pain stabbed my gloveless hand. A vicous wasp attack that left me weak and wailing....yet realizing it was my own fault.
So today, once again carelessly gardening without gloves, reaching into overgrown patches I thought, "What if there is a snake in there? What if a snake bites my hand?" I decided, if that happened I would just call 911, and get them to save me. About a minute passed and, you guessed it! There is a snake right there. Really. It's amazing I didn't grab it!
So, okay, I will force myself to wear gloves when I garden... or be prepared to accept the consequences of wasp stings and snake bites, poison ivy, sunburn and scratches. And I will watch my thoughts a little more carefully... or be prepared to accept the consequences. And if I choose them more carefully I just might have a better day.
And still, I know there is a big ole momma snake out there too....just in case I need a bigger reminder down the road. God is so creative. :)