Good Morning Gentle Readers,
Trekked out to beyond-the-ridge this morning and nearly stumbled over a very large very, lethargic diamond back whose metabolism was suppressed to bare survival by the chilly overnight temps. He lay there in the dirt track lookin' very dead, waiting for the morning sun to warm his blood.
By time I got back with the camera (figures) solar energy had worked its magic and he had vacated the general area. Idling along in 4WD with my head poked outta the window, looking for him, I about had heart failure when he took offense to the heat radiating off the truck and rattled that unmistakable warning. He'd crawled off into the bushes but still wasn't motivating well in the 60 degree morning air.
It is much easier to spot a snake in open desert than it is around here where the scrub growth and brush is thick and offers excellent concealment.
Just before I ran across the snake I bent down to pick up a small chunk of pure creamy white quartz. As I held it in my hand, I was immediately transported across the time/space continuum where I stood with two other small boys, with rolled up pant legs, examining a similar treasure. Their names are long forgotten but oh how we marveled at the beauty of this exotic treasure. An older boy wandered over and proclaimed that we had found ourselves some Rose Quartz. Though we had no idea what that meant, we knew it was better than some old Horny Toad.
I'm wrapping up this blog post to the musical stylings of the House Blond, who is downstairs playing an original, yet-to-be-titled composition (lyrics and music by Katie Snell). It's actually pretty good.