It must be spring because there was a rattlesnake in the back yard (again). I think it’s the fourth one in four years. It was a baby (the most dangerous kind) and the gardener found it, right under my peach tree. He was pulling weeds with no gloves on so I scolded him and gave him a pair of my thick gloves. When I looked out the window a few minutes later, they were in his back pocket. Oh well, he has never been bitten so I guess I won’t worry about it. But now I’m afraid to go outside. I’m staying in to bake cookies.