Hey Yall! As most of you know, I am learning this farm stuff as I go. The first year has been a rocky road (and I do not mean ice cream.) When my husband travels, and with me not knowing a soul in the whole radius of Virginia, I sometimes have felt like I was dropped off on a deserted island minus the beach and sun and sand…
The thing is, today was both an epic fail and a major milestone.
I try oh- so- hard to make sure that things run smoothly when my husband is away doing the things that he does to make sure that we are taken care of. The last thing I want is for him to worry about me while he is away. I tell him how independent I am, and how I have got this country, farm thing under control. So, I put on my big girl “farm” panties and assume the duties – trash, chickens and apparently SNAKES!
Yes, today was epic! I had a list of to do’s that had to be done. With pen in hand, I did one after the other checking them off. It all started at 6:30 am when one of my clients dinged me! I just gathered up my work pile and crawled back into bed with my computer where I remained until “Oops, gonna be late” set in! I looked to my trusty Jack Russell, Mojo, and asked if he was ready to check on the chickens and as usual he beat me to the door. We headed to the barn. Mojo led the way. I happened to look ahead and saw a monstrous snake outstretched on the dirt floor ahead. I am fairly certain the snake was the size of a full-grown adult alligator. Heck, it might have been an alligator! With Mojo still being a puppy and all too inquisitive, I enticed him back with promise of a TREAT. Mojo never turns down a treat so he headed in my direction and we both ran like hell. One minute I was in the barn, the next in my house. Not sure how that happened. It felt like I flew.
I am fairly sure that I experienced a heart attack. I used my inhaler and still several hours later, I am not certain that I am breathing.
In sheer panic, I messaged my husband who is out of town. I explained it was like something out of the movie “Tremors.”
Gazing at the clock, I realized that I did not have time to panic at the moment and needed to breathe. I gathered up all of my stuff and started to head out for the day. I am not gonna lie. I RAN to my car. Before leaving Green Level, I decided that I was safe in my car so I drove to the barn to “see” what I could see. The “alligator” had a few friends over for a party and they were “hanging” out on the barn walls. Three snakes is really enough to make me head for the city for good without ever looking back. However, Mojo and Chloe, my furkids were at home so I had no choice but to return.
On my way to take care of errands, I called Ben and his wife Dianna. They have taken care of Green Level long before me. I had no idea it was Dianna’s birthday. I do now, and feel awful for interrupting their day. When I returned home, they were both here cutting my lawn so smooth that I could see a snake crawling from a good safe distance. Milestone! I realized that, although I do not KNOW many people, I know some GREAT people. People who would stop their day to save me from my highly exaggerated snake! Not only did they cut my grass, they stayed and talked me out of my planned escape to the city! Later in the evening, Ben called to tell me that he had located a shotgun appropriate for my situation. He explained that it was a one shot deal and not a repeating, rapid fire that could effectively take down the entire barn. I am sure he picked up on my intention during our earlier conversation. He offered to come over tonight or tomorrow morning and to shoot it with me to make sure that I felt comfortable. Honestly, today might have been one of the first days I have felt comfortable here, all thanks to the people that I did not think I knew!
I also called one of my husband’s friends, David, from his early years whom I have never met. He does bee removal without a suit! Surely, snakes would not bother him. (My husband says “yes, he is that crazy!”) I explained my predicament and he was quick to offer to come walk through my barn tomorrow. I am just not that good of a person. If someone told me they had snakes in their barn, I would say “Thanks for the warning!” and make sure to stay far, far away.
It seems God uses snakes that feel like alligators to show us that we are not alone, no matter how much we might feel like it! The lady at the post office offered to come help me hunt snakes, and my trainer at the YMCA (who made fun of me!) but offered to bring her shovel nonetheless.
I have prayed for a church. I have prayed for friends. I have prayed not to feel so alone.
God came through. He always does.
Tonight I am still feeling like a major failure at this farm girl thing but thanking God for His presence displayed through His people.
When I messaged Ben to apologize for interrupting Dianna’s special day, I received this message, “ When you have as many as we have had the sunlight in the morning is a gift.”
Until Next Time,