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….