After the Summer "Storm"

The calm has arrived, but not without a bit of tumult.  It wasn't really a storm, more a heavy downpour.

So, when the rain stopped, I stepped out to the jardin to assess the plants, and almost immediately heard a crunch. On the ground was a snail wedged between terrace pavers, with a cracked shell - apparently caused by moi 😪.

Managed to dislodge it, happy to see it still move, but the cracked shell was quite evident.  

And as it went off on its snaily way, it shed a piece of shell, leaving a part of its body exposed. It didn't seem bothered, but the interwebs say it can only repair minor cracks and damage, so this one may be doomed 😥....

It went off between some planters to a dark crevice. Sigh.

Hyper aware and keen to avoid a repeat misplaced step, I began to notice snails everywhere, in all stages.

But the poor first fellow - probably off to hospice somewhere.

So the rain drenched, "crying" rose that presented itself seemed appropriate.

Sadness; I didn't mean to do it.