I'd just finished posting that last entry about Ms Teng when Kathy told me she smelled smoke. A cow pasture is all that separates us from a busy highway, and we have a constant worry about a carelessly tossed cigarette butt. I flipped on the back porch light and stepped outside. No fire in sight, but I did happen to notice a copperhead snake slithering away from me and sliding off the porch. It wasn't a large snake; copperheads tend toward short and thick, but still . . .
The yard gets mowed tomorrow!