"The Snake and Daisy"? Was that the name of the gay biker pub on lower Thames Street that opened just this past winter? Or am I thinking "Snakes and Daisies" might be the names on the restroom doors in the lounge of that small nudist camp on Monhegan Island? Well, actually all I’m doing is thinking over what I saw new and different during yesterday’s high-noon hike at Sachuest Point. The anxious brown garter snake that wriggled so frantically as I approached and made no progress in getting away is lucky if it’s still alive today ... a hungry gull would have had little difficulty in snatching it for a meal then and probably has by now if gulls eat snakes. Do they? I wouldn’t know but it seems they should..

As far as daisies go ... I’ve misplaced my copy of Stalking the Wild Asparagus, or maybe I never owned one but how likely is that? Didn’t everyone who spent any time outdoors in the 60s have this book by Euell Gibbons? I’ve probably got six copies stashed away in the boxes of books in my closets. Did you want a copy. Or, if you were interested, you could get a signed first edition, fifth printing at ABEBOOKS for only $75.00. So anyway, I’m reasonably sure daisies are edible and, even if you don’t care for them as food, you can never really have too many ...spring has not arrived until you’ve seen at least twelve "day’s eyes". And spring, at least if measured in this mannner, may be a long time coming if you spend every day working.