...could've been a perfect weekend... Part I
It was early in the year. Spring was still a shy little girl. Among frosty nights and rainy gloomy days, suddenly, a true early spring pleasure: a perfect sunny weekend. That morning, as soon as the last molecule of the aroma of black coffee disappeared into the air, Natalya and I were on our winter-long neglected yard.
What a joy to work in rhythm! Natalya holds a bunch of over-wintered withered monkey grass; I cut it very short with the huge razor sharp garden shears. Birds were happily chirping at the bird feeder. Occasional joggers greeted us with smiles and waiving hands.
Suddenly, unearthly scream pierced the air. I glanced at Natalya, her face was whiter than Tchaikovsky's swan. The splashes of blood were dripping from a Japanese juniper branches to the grass. A dreadful thought wedged through my mind. My eyes unwillingly looked for the cut off fingers. What I saw the following moment brought a huge relief to me, but filled my heart with pity and sadness. Right next to the bunch of monkey grass helplessly looking at us lay a beautiful young snake. Big black eyes were full of pain. I followed her elegantly curved stripes and ... there was no tail to the body...
"She needs some urgent help, but what if she's venomous?" I rushed back home to grab the camera. When I returned, she hasn't even moved, so great was her shock from pain. I took the picture and googled "georgia snakes" to compare. Here she was, my beauty, the garter snake, an absolutely harmless creature.
I grabbed our first aid kit. Apparently, she could not wait that long. She disappeared without a trace leaving me no options, but to live with guilt from now on.
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