Circle of Life

I burrow my hands into the nutrient enriched soil, gently raking loosened soil over the delicate roots, being cautious to not damage any meaty earthworms* I come across.

 

As much as I love the earthworm, I too love the robin who comes ­to feast upon them.

 

 

As much as I love the robin, I too love my cats that choose to prey upon them.

 

I do respect the eagle, but I am not fond of them preying upon my four legged furry friends.

It’s a vicious circle; the circle of life, no matter how I look at it.

I respect it.
I understand it.
And I am thankful for it.

I travel not far to my church of worship in my own back yard.

I burrow my naked toes into the cool and tickly grass and take root.

 

 

*My passion for earthworms began in my toddler days when I’d handle them like pets and then placing third in the 7^th grade science fair reporting my finding on the effectiveness of temperature on their heart rate.