Another beautiful day dawning and time for a little refreshment of the soul . . .Not reading nor writing but pulling weeds, re-potting some plants, and generally tidying our little entryway garden . . .
The bearded iris are coming on strong -- such lovely, graceful things. The hostas are lush -- the slugs must not be out yet. The yellow climbing rose by the green house door has its first bloom. . .
The greenhouse snake kept an eye on me as I busied around in her domain -- at one point when I reached for a potted plant that was right next to her, she got all flustered and slid to the floor, out the open door, and into the flowerbed beneath the greenhouse windows.
I shut the door (to keep humming birds out) and went on with my weeding. A quarter of an hour later, I went back to get another plant from the green house and there she was, enjoying life atop my night-blooming cereus.
Obviously, she has a private entrance.