An Only Good Snake…

We had been ill on our return home and grandmama in Lindale did not want any germs carted into her city and through her house. Four weeks after landing we visited the matriarch of this branch of the family. I felt young…the title isn’t mine in America! I had been growing stiff and lazy without my daily walks and was able to take three over the weekend even though I hadn’t taken any walking shoes with me. The first evening hubs and I went for a stroll for an hour and found some hollow logs,HollowLogs
“I’ve always wanted one of those,” he said. “Whatever for?”  I asked, mine is quite the female brain. “To make a drum out of…”  Well…

The next morning I made the most of the cool front that had blown in and went for an early morning walk in  my sandals.  Look at the tranquil lake,

HAWL

and these flowers growing in the concrete reminding me of home.

Flowers

We went for a drive over to Minneola and took Grandmama for lunch then found a lovely lake nestled in the woods of East Texas,

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and this unique fence made entirely of bikes,

BikeFence

In the evening I took hubs and my blisters to a birthday party with our friends who own Toginet Radio,

Us

The following morning I wore socks and tennies, loaners from my mother-in-law and walked clean around one of the lakes.  I rescued a turtle I found on the first bridge, ducking under the railings and making  my way down to the lakeshore wondering if I would encounter a snake as I strode, turtle in hand, through rocks and brush to the beach,

SoftShell

I set him down and clambered back up the hill and had to speak to a walker who was watching me…ducking under the railings gracefully took a lot of effort but I was rewarded by his comment,

“I was just admiring your agility!  Have a good walk!”

On my way around the home stretch of the lake I captured on film what is described by my Texan as an only good snake,

GoodSnake

a dead one!

 

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