A Perfect Day

That was Thursday. It was one of those days where you just want to sit on the front steps and breathe it all in. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, it was nice and warm outside with a bit of a breeze and my girls were with me. Natalie was home from school for the third day in a row recovering from a cold, mostly because she was coughing a lot and I didn't want the teachers to think we were trying to spread the plague. Anyway, we were digging out front, making space for the flowers I hope to plant in the next few weeks. While I was removing the grass and turning the dirt we found lots of worms. Worms have really never been exciting to me. They were always kind of slimy and gross and I would never even think of picking one up. The girls, however, were facsinated by them so we made a little worm farm out of an old soda bottle, some dirt, grass and sand. It's amazing how you can get past the gross factor when it's something that someone else is really enjoying. The gardening gloves don't hurt either. I kept picking up the big fat ones and thrusting them at Natalie just so I could see her scrunch her face and run away. Alyssa on the other hand had no problem picking them up with her fingers and moving them around. Sometimes I wish I were still two. I haven't seen any of the worms in our farm since then so they are either all huddled inside away from the sun or, well, I think I'll be letting them go tomorrow. I wouldn't want to be known as the worm killer of Western Ma after all.