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photoblog image Tales from My Garden:

Tales from My Garden:

...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.

Tales from My Garden:

...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.

comments (15)

  • Jewlya
  • United States
  • 27 May 2008, 02:56
I really love the lines, both on the snake and in the grass around him.
vz-nostalgia: Have you ever thought about taking drawings classes, Ms. Jewlya? Seriously, if you're fascinated with lines so much. I know, I was fascinated too.
  • Kathryn
  • Caliornia--nestled in the mountains in the desert
  • 27 May 2008, 04:51
Viktor, the moment I looked at your beautiful young snake with her tail gone and read your story my eyes filled with tears. I was so so sad and after thinking about the source of my sadness, I believe it was more for your loss than hers. I am eagerly awaiting part 2.
vz-nostalgia: My loss is nothing compared to what she's been through, Ms. Kathryn. Be patient, when time comes, you'll see/read Part 2 of the story.
  • anniedog
  • Great Britain (UK)
  • 27 May 2008, 09:32
What a sorry tale (no pun intended). Knowing it was unintentional doesn't make you feel better, I know. She makes a striking curved S, even minus her tail,against all the straight lines.
Ingrid
vz-nostalgia: A sorry "tale" indeed, Ms. Ingrid. I guess we all find ourselves once in a while at a point of no return. What's done is done, and there is nothing we can do to change even a smallest thing.
  • ray
  • Thailand
  • 27 May 2008, 09:59
Sad, VZ!

However...looks to me like it is not a mortal wound, so the snake might heal and be perfectly function, but perhaps the nickname "Shorty" will be some humiliation.

Perhaps there is a lesson here, for us all...let the garden remain wild, unkempt...and free!
vz-nostalgia: Shorty it is, Ray. Danny DeVito made a career out of it. Maybe she will too. smile
  • DrAW!
  • nigeria
  • 27 May 2008, 11:36
beautiful snake and poem
vz-nostalgia: smile, Doc. Though, it's not a poem, just a story.
  • mal
  • 27 May 2008, 15:29
what a moving story Z. We all have to live with guilt about something at some stages in our lives, its just how we deal with it that counts. mal
vz-nostalgia: That is very true, mal. Some folks are not bothered much by anything (even if they start a war), others drive themselves crazy for years because of nothing. It's all about balance, I guess.
  • Astrid
  • The Netherlands
  • 27 May 2008, 15:42
Viktor, what a story, my heart beat went sky high, you write better than J.K.Rowling...I am so sorry what happened I am sure she will survive and find herself a nice husband and live happily ever after...BTW I like your picture, nice snake...sad though...now it can not curl up on the couch any more.
vz-nostalgia: "better than J.K. Rowling" Hahahahaha. I will split with you the royalties, if you find me a publisher. Deal? smile
Thank you for a good laugh, Ms. Astrid. smile
  • Philine
  • Germany
  • 27 May 2008, 16:01
Your story is wonderful and so impressively and sensitively told, honestly said- the story is - in my opinion- better than the photo(Macro-photo?), but it has a documentarian value containing for ever the remembrance of this scene with the "beautiful young snake" with the "big black eyes full of pain" . Yes, we human beings sometimes don't know what we have to do first and are so helpless, I hope that "she" has survived your 'attack' (with razor and camera), animals are often more robust than people. Your conscience is very developped, but I think you shouldn't feel too guilty!
vz-nostalgia: When I write a story to my picture, I do consider both of them as one whole, Ms. Philine. You maybe right, if you look just at the photograph- big deal, a snake without a tail. i guess that's why a symbiosis of image and text at times is very important, as they supplement each other.
We accidentally caused the death of a couple of hedgehogs in our garden, and I still feel guilty about it. One was just a sad accident but the other we should have foreseen and prevented. So I hope your snake survives, and perhaps regenerates the diminished tail.
vz-nostalgia: Oh, the hedgehogs are such cuties. I bet you felt guilty for a long time, Bill. I know I would.
  • Ellie
  • United Kingdom
  • 27 May 2008, 23:56
Oh gosh, what a story. I'm sure she survived
vz-nostalgia: Let's hold hands and pray for that, Ms. Ellie. smile
  • Philine
  • Germany
  • 28 May 2008, 08:32
Or "she" could have moved back in order to die quietly and secretly as many animals do as I heard. The best for her? I don't know if it is possible to survive as snake without tail. In any case it would be or would have been a very difficult life for "her". Yes, I can understand that you are feeling guilty, and I have to remember how many flies and wesps I have killed! No life without becoming guilty, mea culpa, Mal is right.
vz-nostalgia: Those flies and wasps will get back to you one day, Ms. Philine, when they're in charge. smile
  • Philine
  • Germany
  • 28 May 2008, 08:37
In this way the toning of the pic is fitting, and the snake, the leaves and the grass belong together combined by one toning which also expresses the sadness well.
vz-nostalgia: I guess, the more you look, the more you understand my thinking process, Ms. Philine. smile
  • Aksel
  • Back at work in Norway
  • 28 May 2008, 15:37
I don't like snakes that much, but it's still a sad story and I hope the snake survived without to much suffering. Great text to an image - makes a good whole....
vz-nostalgia: Let's wait for Part II, Aksel, to see if it survived. smile
  • Still
  • France
  • 28 May 2008, 19:50
Poor guy... Wild life is hard for all creatures... A ad story and a really beautiful snake.
vz-nostalgia: Life is hard, period. Wild or otherwise. For all creatures, including humans. Though, in contrast to the beasts, for the most part we create those problems for ourselves, Still. smile
  • Aussie
  • Brisbane
  • 28 May 2008, 20:21
Love the b&w.
vz-nostalgia: Ms. Aussie smile
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