Mondays are evil. I'm just sayin'. The answer to that evilness that is the beginning of the week, we'll look at some pictures. Yay! Taken at Old Wire Road CA.
A snakeskin. A very good snakeskin, in fact. It's not often that you find them intact. Or out in the open. On a trail. Where humans are trying to find a little peace and relaxation from their otherwise stressful lives. Yo, snake. Take your nasty skin and go elsewhere. My husband asked why I didn't bring it home. Because I'm not touching that for love or money, that's why!
This is a thistle, in case you weren't sure. The bane of farmers everywhere, because they make hay bad, since cows won't eat them. Goats do, I think and probably donkeys (apparently Eeyore likes to eat them. That's a good enough reference for me). They're pretty, but spread like wildfire. I didn't kill that one. It's not my job to go around killing conservation plants.
pokeweed. I've heard of people boiling the leaves and making salad out of it. Let me reiterate: don't do it. It's poison. You could die. Horribly. Folk medicine is a little... off. Way, way off, in fact. Warning #2) watch where you're stepping when you're taking photos because yours truly almost wandered into poison ivy because the dope wasn't paying attention while trying to grab a photo of pokeweed.
Dangers avoided: no snakebite, no spider bite, no poison ivy, no broken bones, sprained appendages.
Dangers encountered: ticks, near run in with poison ivy, steep mother of a hill.
Ugh, keep yourself away from ticks, go write something. Take safe pictures of puppies and kittens and flowers in your backyard.