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.