Often the garter snake sleeps on the rock wall, warm from the summer sun, in front of the dahlia garden. But this morning snake was ribboned through the leaves of the hosta which is shaded by the Hydrangea next to Dahlias.
It’s the Hosta that grows over the place where Gus, our first Boston Terrier, is buried.
I could only see snake’s long thick back until I got down low and there between the leaves was her head. She flicked her thread-thin tongue at me as I got closer but only left after I was able to get her picture.
I didn’t mean to disturb her. She looked so comfortable suspended on the thick hosta leaves. Must be like sleeping on a cloud.