I'd forgotten how difficult it is to pick up worms. You really have to own them- show 'em who's boss....I threw one on martha's windsheild tonight as she was dropping me off. She then honked for a good minute or two as I was buckled over in the middle of the wet street, yellow streetlamps illuminating the windsheild, laughing with gut-wrenching joy......it was simply marvelous.
The good things that a spring rain can bring.....
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