This snake skin, woven into the top of the stone wall leading into the basement, is a not so subtle reminder that snakes love a dry stone wall. The possibility of meeting a snake at eye level when leaving the basement is a bit nerve wracking. I don't speak parseltongue, but the shriek that comes out involuntarily seems to be understood.The snakes and I head in opposite directions. I love Ed's walls. Snakes are good for the garden. I'm working on a mental adjustment.
