Momma wait up

I have a worm in my hand after all.

Eva carried the camera on the way there and a worm we found dying on the cement on the way back. We put him in our garden dirt, rich with compost, and hoped he would find his way. He did not find his way into the dirt. Eva found him today, still under the flower petals, resting on the dirt, not in the dirt, nearly dead. It must be better to die on the dirt than on the concrete. It must be.



rocks and flowers