Mid-Century & Earthworm Food!!!
This past week I have been pulling weeds, more specifically clover, out of my flower beds. I learned that clover is a plant that thrives in nitrogen deficient soil and so I’m looking into fixing that. Anyway - I love to be in the dirt. The gritty dirt remains for days under my nails no matter how much I try to wash it out, a visual reminder of the soil I have been tending. My hands also feel as if they have been slightly sanded and they have been, but I’ve never noticed this feeling like I have this week — too much clover !
Today, as I was digging and thinking about turning 50 this year, it just felt so odd.
You see I never planned to be 50 much less 18, or 21 or 40 but here I am. I hated life as a child and started planning my own death at 9. Then as it turned out I was to chicken of failing to die so I just never tied. Today as I held the dirt and the mud I was reminded of the creation and decomposition of lives gone long long ago.
I’m so excited to have so many earthworms in my flower beds. Earthworms were everywhere helping to transform things into soil.
The soil in some spots was actually clay, so very dense and sticky and in other places so light and airy. I wonder which order my body will experience these consistencies. When will earthworms return this vessel to it’s truest form? How long will it take for it to become the beautiful life giving dark soil I love to see when I’m planting?
It’s Lent and my favorite day of the year is “Ash Wednesday” or as I call it “Stardust day” but today I thought maybe “Future Earthworm Food day” might be a better description.
There were tiny almost hard to see baby earthworms just beginning there journey and others that were easily 6” long all going about their business creating until I so rudely interrupted.
When I was a kid, enjoying life prior to being 9, I loved when it rained because earthworms would be washed onto the sidewalk or into the streets and I could see them and save them. They were so interesting. I loved to make mud pies and put them in there, and I am sorry for all the worms I might have harmed. One time there was this prissy girl who didn’t think much of me or anyone for that matter and so I told her they were baby rattle snakes and she ran home crying. Still makes me smile to this day. Earthworms and I go way back.
Mid-Century… I wouldn’t appreciate earthworms near as much had I died sooner. Thank you earthworms for your company this week and through all the years -
dead and alive. HA!