The Periwinkle Giraffe, a Gardening Blog

Something, there is...

          I wasn't quite sure why my friend was so reluctant; the task was simple:  Gather up and bag the dry pine needles and conical swirlies that were scattered all over the ground so we could locate the delicate dichondra undergrowth and help it along.  She seemed to be having trouble displacing a surly black bug that had surfaced from under a stone. 
        
          "I'm not sure I can do this," she confided, "I'm harming so many life forms." 

           I scooped up a handful of dirt and the bug along with it and gently tossed both onto a small terrace two feet below us;

          "Their lives are a series of unforeseen displacements. It'll be okay." 

          I grinned and left it at that, satisfied enough with the, at best, borderline solution even knowing in my heart of hearts that hers was the higher albeit unsustainable ground, given the sheer number of insects on earth. 

          I doubt that she bought into my justification.  Protecting life is a pillar of her faith and mine, although one of us might be less inclined to couch it in those exact terms.  Still, perhaps I can retain at least a modicum of moral ground as I walk this earth-- I will take no life; I will cover the water bucket so the little ones don't jump in.  It's a start.  And why not, since I'm out there working in the afternoon shade mainly to learn how to love.

Anonymous, August.