Shouldn't…but Do

Drizzle brings out the best of spring.  Unearthly toned greens, laden lilac bushes as purple as wine.  Even the beguiling scent of blooming viburnum does not dissipate in  moist air.

And a worm was trying to cross the road.  Not a small worm, but a a good 9″ nightcrawler.  Easy size to make the catch of the day – or become the catch of the day for nesting robins in the area.

With no company, it looked a bit odd there, a quarter of the way across the street and definitely not headed for safety.  Life is like that –  get up a head of steam and keep on going, even when safety, or comfort, is not assured – as it never is.

On rainier days when my children were younger we undertook  Worm Patrol,  rescuing wrigglers facing certain doom in gutter-fed pools of water.

Had to admire the goals of this fella, if it had goals.  But it was facing doom just as sure as those long ago wrigglers.   Without benefit of height, I doubt this traveler could appreciate the hazards it faced.  Present perspective counts more  than where you start out  – or end up.

I relocated that worm to a lush spot of what looked to be well-aerated lawn.  Maybe it cursed me for thwarting its endeavor – we cannot know.  Life is like that, too.