I saw my first garter snake of the year. I recognize her, don’t ask me how I know she is a “she” I can just tell. She is getting big. She also looked at me and I could see she also recognized me. I could hear her say to me, you b**** you are the one that put in pavers and kicked me out of my home under the porch. I said , yes that was my porch, glad you don’t live there any more and you seem to be doing just fine. After that exchange we parted company for the time being.
Also had my first tick of the season. I wonder if I need to start a tick-jar like we had to do in Minnesota. It is a little gross but practical. You keep a jar filled with a couple inches of alcohol and when you find a tick you drop it in. Easier and quicker then burning them.
Instead of a picture of the snake or the tick, here is one of my daffodils.
And then Ms. Garter said, “That’s ok, Woman. You didn’t notice the little hole next to your pavers. HA—I’ve made my way back under the porch again!”
The photos of your daffodils are absolutely stunning.