It’s 30 minutes to midnight and Julia has worms. That, I think, is enough to provide me with my required 250 words.
I would have more time but by the time I’d read a few comments and checked in on a few blogs I realised I had 32 minutes to post. The missing two minutes were spent explaining to Julia that the title was going to bring her loyal fans flocking to the post. I have no illusions. After thirty years of marriage I realise that the majority of people who speak to me, or read the blog, are more interested in her than they are in me. It’s probably because she likes people, speaks to them and positively encourages them to talk about themselves. I don’t. lockdown for me has been one of the best times of my life – I’ve been paid to stay at home and eat bacon sandwiches and I haven’t had to be nice to anyone. The only way I’m ever going to become a “people person” is if cannibalism becomes socially acceptable.
The worms in question are all safely contained in a wormery made from a wheelie bin and donated to her by a local group who make wormeries to give away. I’m not sure why, but it’s a useful thing to have, both for gardening and for teaching about ecology. The woman who delivered them has some experience of the farm where we used to run our group, and the two of them spent a happy half hour comparing views.
She also told Julia that the worms like avocado skins as they curl up inside them. The mind of a worm is a mystery to me.
That’s 280 words. I have hit target and will now add a link, and post. The photos will be loaded later. I may get them on before midnight but I have to download them from email, which can take time when an idiot is doing the downloading.
We have a friend who kindly brings us buckets of worm wee from time to time. I tried making a wormery at one time but the worms and I didn’t get on at all so good luck to Julia.
I am worried by lockdown making you cheerful. This may cramp your style a bit.
I’m hoping that the cheerfulness is merely transient.
I have had mixed fortunes with worms so am also hoping she is lucky with them.
Kudos to Julia for raising compost worms! Great title, although I could see Julia rolling her eyes. 🙂 I thought of this Far Side cartoon.
Great title, well done Julia. No chance of chasing her around the garden with a worm in your hand then? (Humph more childhood memories) I guess reading that back it could possibly be conceived as inappropriate 😂
I was born in 1958, “inappropriate” is coded into my DNA.
Aha, a youngster in my midst! I was born in 1957 apparently the same year as Rock’n’Roll. I was so inappropriate yesterday even I blushed haha
Just two dinosaurs having a laugh…
Julia certainly presented you with an excellent title. Our plumber in Newark visited our compost for his fishing bait worms.
Yes, some compost bins are great sources of worms.
Yup, Julia is one of the stars of your blog. Glad to read she has the good kind of worms.
🙂 Of course, this now means we will have yet another margarine tub of vegetable waste. We have a veritable filing system of peelings!