Last week’s rainstorms put me in a gloomy mood, so I don my raincoat and vinyl boots and walk outside with my dog. I have often told others to get outdoors, to seek nature as a way to heal, to find joy – so I take my advice.
Two minutes into the walk I laugh, watching my three-year-old hound-mix Tanner, his hunter instinct exploring the wiggling worms that seem to multiply under our feet.
Memories float back of the night expeditions my father and I take with our flashlights to the flowerbeds outside the back door of my childhood home. We hunt for the worms that will come out of the dampened ground after the rain – choosing the fattest ones for our fishing trip.
If I pull too hard trying to free them from the ground they inhabit, they snap – both ends twisting with their new-found freedom. …
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