A penny a snail.
The fine young entrepeneurs earned forty cents yesterday searching for snails and dropping them in a bucket of soapy water. I told them that they're welcome to smash them, step on them, drown them, feed them to the chickens, whatever, as long as the snails cannot make it back into the garden to eat our salad.
Eldest gent was not interested. Middle gent was inspired, and he hunted and hunted. Of the forty cents, 36 were his. Once his brother realized how much money was at stake, he pitched in too and found four snails before guests arrived.
The gents want to see how much snail money they can earn over the course of the summer. This morning they each wrote "Snail Money" on pieces of paper and taped the papers to a jar or tin. Clink-clink-clink went the coins. I had to explain to middle gent why he only got three coins, while his brother got four.
Perseverance and focus, the value of our time and choosing how to spend it, counting money. Getting to see the pennies mount up. Hard work.
And fewer snails.
Life is good.
1 comment:
Do you remember picking up nails for a penny apiece when we moved to Rattlesnake Road? Nails, snails... coincidence?
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