July 16 Valley Life column

July 16 Valley Life column
My husband hates snakes. I'm not sure why. Maybe he had a bad experience with one as a kid. Maybe someone put a rubber snake in his bed and scared him silly. All I know is any sign of a snake and my husband heads in the opposite direction, or into the house to tell me.

"Come outside," he said the other day while I was washing the dinner dishes. Always welcoming an excuse to leave dirty dishes behind, I wiped my hands and followed. Maybe he was going to show me something new he was working on in the shop. Maybe he was going to show me some baby birds.

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