I know what you're thinking. You're thinking this is a variation of the three wise monkeys -- speak no evil, see no evil and hear no evil. That would be wrong. What this picture represents is a pretty good illustration of my readiness to put up a post tonight. Think of the little froggie fellers as saying, from left to right: "Dayum! I'm speechless!" and then, "Oh no. I can't see what I'm thinking." and finally, "I wonder if this hairdo makes me look fat."Some days are like that, you know. It isn't that nothing happened. Something always happens. It's just that what happens is really of no earthly interest to anyone else. Pleasantly blah. Like the weather. Not too wet, just somewhat wet. Not too overcast, just somewhat overcast. Neither too hot nor too cold. Like I said, pleasantly blah.
Actually, there was one thing today that pressed my enthusiasm button. I got to thinking about reviving my little old worm farm. I still have the handy-dandy Can-O-Worms I was using a few years ago. Herded a bunch of fat and sassy Red Wigglers who happily ate whatever I threw in there for them and they returned the favor by producing a huge quantity of worm castings, some of the best fertilizer on the planet. Picture hundreds of cheerful little folk singing, "Just wiggle while you work . . . "
Not that I'm gardening here but I can always pass the castings on to Patti and Roger for their garden. In the meantime, the worms will recycle kitchen scraps, making the garbage load lighter. Yeah. A very green thing to do. And easy. And fun.
Well now, look at that. It wasn't such a dull day after all. Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle . . .
