I follow Kate's blog. At the moment she is writing about the tragedy of losing her daughter, Olivia, who was killed in a car accident shortly after Christmas. She was nine. Even as I parent I can barely imagine what Kate is going through right now. Its not easy to read her posts - although she is a wonderful writer - but I read them for Kate, because that support, little though it is, is all I can offer her. I always leave a comment as well, stunningly difficult though it is. What words are there, after all?
After reading her latest post I had to go and sit quietly in the front garden for a while, just to digest it. We've been working very hard out there of late, mulching around the fruit trees - which the possums have been eating - planting out strawberries and whatnot. As I sat there a thin, gold colour snake slid out of the murryana hedge and into a gap under some newspaper mulch. I don't mind snakes. So aside from decreeing no more bare feet in the front garden we'll leave it be - also I've got a bit of experience with black and brown snakes and its neither of them - I think its a non-venemous green tree snake.
Last winter it looked like this out there.
And now it looks like this.