It’s raining (again). It’s been raining for day upon endless day in Minnesota. Well, except for last weekend. We had a nice weekend.
Before today I was at 6+ inches for the month. I emptied about 1″ out of my rain gauge this morning and there is no end in sight
So, is it my imagination, or can I really smell the worms? Even when I walk outside, there is this humid wormlike smell to the air. I swear to Heaven above that I am accurate in my olfactory. It is the worms I smell.
To further prove my point, I have driven my car two times today. I try to avoid the thousands of outstretched bodies on the road. I swerve like a maniac trying to avoid their helplessness, all the while thinking of that movie where Brad Pitt is in some Buddhist village trying to build a shrine (or something) and the workers can’t do the work because they can’t kill any worms.
What in Buddha’s name would a Buddhist do on a day like today? Driving in a car? Driving over thousands of worms?
It would truly be a moral dilemma.
After all, it’s a dilemma even for me. And I’m just a gardener.
And then I park my car in my garage and go inside.
Then I go back in my garage to get in my car and I almost keel over. It’s that same smell as outside, only ten times stronger:
And I imagine I am smelling all the worm guts in the tire treads and thrown up on the undercarriage and spewn all over the exterior of the car. (I know that’s gross, but it makes sense, doesn’t it?)
It’s worms I smell.