This morning, bringing in the milk, the air

was cold.  A snail had crawled into our small

wicker milk bottle holder.  I pulled the

poor lass away, to chuck in the herb bed

and her foot was all rumply, a mold of

the wicker work.  Hopefully, given snail

anatomy, that’s not an injury.

But I did worry there’d be slime on the

lid.  Tasted OK, straight from the bottle.

Good mornings start with a dose of fresh milk.