Spring isn’t just about rowing, it’s also about worms!!
The other day I was having a leisurely stroll with Grant and we had our lunch in the grass near the town wall. As we sat down I commented we should look out for the worm poop. I think he thought I was nuts. But sure enough, there was a little pile of it right next to me. I found a picture of it here.
I sent a note to my dad that the worm poop has shown up in Newcastle. As a small child I used to play in the garden with him and I LOVED the worms and finding the worm poo. His comment to my email about Grant not sure what worm poo was is:
that is just too funny for words! You knew that by the age of 2 or 3! And you were even a worm ‘cuddler’ by then.
To some people, what we call soil is plain old dirt – aeration, nutrient, porosity, all that exotic stuff, they are not aware of. If they try gardening for a while, or want a clay soil in their yard to drain, plant Queeen of Night bulbs, grow those yummy carrrots, etc
It is sort of like the lack of knowledge people show about flicking your headlight when a truck wants to pull in front of you after passing and then they “blink’ their running lights at you.
It’s true, I was. Not sure that I ever “cuddled” them, but I definitely liked to save them from puddles and put them back in the dirt. Silly worms thinking they could swim. Sheesh.
And yes, my dad makes me laugh.