A word about fashion while gardening




On a hot day, in classic “dress for success” style, I wear: cargo shorts; a loose tee; a long-sleeve cotton plaid workshirt; big straw hat; garden gloves of course; my sweatband is a folded Harley Davidson handkerchief, American flag just recognizable in the claw of an eagle, (its provenance best forgotten. Doesn’t that just get you wondering?); and the final element is knee-high black rubber boots. 

I’m making a fashion statement to any passersby who might notice: that one must armor-up before venturing into the tall, unmown grass known for snake habitation.  The beauty of a small town is that nobody pays much attention to the random oddball.  Besides, I’m past the age of drawing admiring glances as I’m doing yardwork, and I’m conscious not to present a full (and by that, I mean broad) bent-over posterior view to the tweeny boys venturing past on skateboards and bikes.  I don’t want to damage their tender sensibilities.  

All for a teeming population of garter snakes.   I am not over-the-top.

 

Comments

Catherine said…
LOL This is so funny ... you were always the braver cousin but, seriously, those snakes in my garden bother me not at all. I move them (albeit with gloved hand) if they are in danger of my hoe.
Thu May 29, 08:42:00 AM
Stephanie said…
Whereas I just try to scare them away - my snake dance usually does the trick! I'm not touching them under any circumstances. Who's brave now?
Thu May 29, 05:53:00 PM
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