i grew up in a little town south of san franciso on the coast.
home of pumpkins, fog, wave watching/surfing, and coffee shops.
where flip flops and sweatshirts are the norm.
don't leave home without your reefs.
have you ever heard of mavericks?
it's the home of mavericks too.
the moist climate provides lush agriculture.
and lots of snails.
we had a beautiful garden in our backyard.
not big, not small.
cozy and inviting.
complete with an outside heater, post remodel my senior year.
plants and flowers of every kind that would flourish in a town with more foggy days than sunny could be found.
i've always thought snails were interesting creatures.
sticky and slimy, but they don't run from you.
there's something marvelous about animals that are completely free of fear from something 100 times their size.
i'm not too fond of their slimy trail, but i think their antennas are endearing.
and we all have shells right?
harmless little creatures.
but no good for a garden.
i didn't see my step mom weeding or mowing the lawn, but as the entire family will confirm we would often find her out on "snail patrol."
the poor little lovlies didn't stand a chance.
no pest control at our place.
the supreme goddess, also known as "gram" could be seen with a paper towel in hand (quilted?), and a plastic ziploc in another.
the little snails would be sealed and shipped away, so TA' speak.
i'm sure you fellow "gardening goddesses" will agree with her methods.
oh how i enjoy them on my window now.
happily slime-ing my window,
with their endearing antennas.
have you figured out which goddess you are?