Wednesday, April 12, 2006


Growing up, all of us kids were expected to help out in the garden. There were two primary topics of conversation in the garden. The first: "Where did all these rocks come from? I thought we cleared them all out last year." And the second: "Worms are Our Friends"

See, PJ & I both went through phases (probably repeatedly) where we were grossed out by the little guys. Dad would patiently walk us through all the beneifts the worms gave us, loosening the soil, providing fertilizer, etc.

These days I have my own yard, and the digging is done voluntarily. In all of the digging of done so far this spring, I've found worms in plenitude, and they always make me smile. Fortunately, not so many rocks.