Worms, worms everywhere

Like most people, I’m not a big fan of worms. Their long, slimy, reddish-brown bodies give me the creeps. Despite this, on Sunday I became well-acquainted with at least 50 in the span of about an hour – and here I am alive to tell the story . . .

Since moving into my house last summer, I’ve been talking about converting a small patch of grass on my front lawn into a flower bed. Well Sunday was the day. Lucky for me:

1. Greg was over
2. He also enjoys working outside

I started up-turning the grass by myself and although it wasn’t a big area, it took over half an hour to get through one tenth of it.

Then Greg came out and we really went to town. Of course the earth critters were not too happy about the sudden excavation but the way I see it, they’re not only ugly . . . they’re DUMB and have probably moved on with their little lives by now. (Yes, I know that will get me a few calls from the worm rights movement.)

Although a small job, we felt pretty proud of ourselves after the job was done.

Then I went to the store and bought a few “decorations” to dress it up until flower planting time. (Apparently I have to wait until Victoria Day weekend to plant.)

Except for this beautiful rock, which I smuggled from a trip to Old Orchard a few years ago.

Can you tell this is a fake, plastic rock?

And don’t you just love this happy little guy?

Now somebody pleeeeaaaase tell me I don’t have to wait until Victoria Day weekend to plant flowers!!!