Lawn

They mowed the grass. No judgement here, there’s going to be a childrens’ party and it had to be done. Still, it gave me a pang of sadness to watch the tall swath of grass, dandelions, daisys, plantains, and vetch cut down in its prime. From a meadow, to just a lawn.

Under the severed blades, two antenna appear and slowly emerge into the wreakage. Heaving themself up and over the tangled debris, the little snail made their way across mangled grass. They didn’t seem phased, although I couldn’t presume to understand how or if they felt anything about the sudden change in their home. After all, won’t the grass grow back?

Sometimes, it’s ok to let the grass grow under your feet.