Life on the farm, you might say settled into a routine after awhile, early morning chores being at the top of the list.
I knew dad's views on the matter, was way different than mine.
His view and recommendation for early morning chores, were get-er done boy with a capital D.
I wanted to destroy that thing so badly. But could hear dad in my head saying .
Don't destroy black snakes son. Because they are your friend, they catch and keep mice away from the barn.
At the moment I wasn't sure if that was good thinking or not, I thought maybe mice were better to deal with, than the snake .
I did spare the snakes life, and let it go against my best wishes. All the while hoping it would just leave the barn, and never come back.
From then on, my early morning visits to the corn crib,became more cautious .
Maybe the black snake sensed I was afraid of it when I let it go.
And never came back anymore, Don't know, I was well pleased with the out come.
Until this day, I have never developed a liking for black snakes. Page 199
Until next time. God Bless.
My Meditations by, Coleman