I said goodbye to my little earthworm friends today. For those of you who are new to my blog you can read about them here:
or for the short version – I had an earthworm farm.
When we started working on the kitchen, the worm bucket moved to the living room. Today, as I tripped over it (again), it occurred to me that I couldn’t remember feeding them recently. Please don’t report me to the SPCA…they are fine. Quite content as far as I can tell – busily breaking down newspaper, eating worm slaw, pooping castings and thinking earthworm thoughts (whatever those might be).
My thought process went something like this:
- I have earthworms in my living room.
- I’m okay with that.
- But, I’m forgetting to feed them regularly.
- I don’t have a garden.
- I’d like to have a garden.
- If I did have a garden, it would be rotting from all the rain. And the drought will return like normal eventually.
- This is not the year that I’m going to garden. It’s too late to plant and the beds aren’t ready. Realistically, gardening is not a good idea this year.
- Why do I have earthworms then?
- They were great to have last year when our home school group planted a butterfly garden at the library. They enriched the beds and the kids thought they were fun (and educational). That was good.
- They are in the living room and I am tripping on them.
- I really enjoyed them and even wrote a post about them.
- Hmmm. “Enjoyed” I didn’t say I enjoy them. I used the past tense. Maybe it’s time to let them go.
- The chickens would enjoy some for lunch.
- Ewww. That would be cruel. Well, not really – the whole cycle of life thing. I could set them free where the chickens would have to hunt them down. Give the worms a fighting (or digging) chance.
- Maybe I should just move them to the corner until I make a decision.
- Having earthworms was fun.
- Maybe I should make a decision.
- I could always get more earthworms if I let them go and realize that I’ve given away an important piece of my life.
- They aren’t really gone if I set them free. Earthworms deserve to be free out in the big wide world.
- Unless they get eaten by chickens.
- “Normal” people don’t have this much trouble making a freakin’ decision.
- “Normal” people probably don’t have earthworms in their living room.
- What is normal anyway?
- Set the earthworms free, already.
- Sigh. Sometimes I can be a real idiot. All this for a bucket of earthworms. Why do I make life so hard?
This type of conversation happens more often than I’m comfortable with sharing. I’m sharing anyway (obviously). I suspect that I’m not the only one with this problem.
For the record, I feel relieved that the earthworm bucket is no longer in the living room. I don’t think it was the earthworms that I was having trouble letting go of. If we want to get all psychological about it, I’m probably having trouble letting go of what the earthworms represented for me…
A bountiful garden that nourished my family. A beautiful and orderly vegetable patch that was bursting with produce thriving on hand-made trellises. Not a weed in sight. Organic of course.
Lush flowering plants growing in abundance in the front yard. The envy of all the neighbors as they cruise our cul-de-sac and see the “Yard of the Month” sign.
Stop! That sounds like an issue of Country Living magazine. Perhaps I’m being unrealistic – say it isn’t so!
That’s a lot to expect from a bucket of earthworms. They are better off now that I set them free! How could they live up to those expectations?
Holy crap! How can I live up to those expectations?
The only place that grass will grow in my yard is in the flower bed. You can’t argue with Bermuda grass – it grows where it wants and can’t be stopped. It likes my flower bed. I quit arguing with it years ago. I have weeds and fire ants and some junk that I’m working on getting rid of. With all the rain we’ve had, we’re barely keeping the grass mowed.
Gardens are a dream – a good dream, but a dream nonetheless. It will happen eventually, but in a more realistic version. I’m working on it.
But first things first. I decluttered the earthworms. I made a decision.
One step at a time….
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Visual artist playing with collage, assemblage and whatever else I imagine. Homemaker and homeschooling Mom of four children aged 10 to 24. Ready to fully embrace life and leave regret and fear behind. Each new day is an opportunity to love, create and live with intention...