Daughter story ahead. Both my daughters love to garden. They plot and plan, order their seeds and plants with a sigh and giggle. Each can’t wait to get those plants and get their hands in the dirt. So it was, on a pleasant evening as Faye raced to get outside with a bunch of garden plants. She dug into the soft dirt and ripped out old weeds with an eagerness with this ol’ goat sort of envied.
I took my usual position in a lawn chair near her hard work, to supervise her activities with a nice hot cup of coffee. I watched her in total innocence, not having yet said any smart remark. Imagine my surprise when a chunk of dirt and a nice fat worm landed, ‘plop’, right in my lap, too close to my open cup of coffee, ( laugh ). She almost made it in. I looked up to see her wide mischievous grin and such a twinkle in her eyes, oh my! Oh how she enjoyed my discomfort. The question is… Where in the world did she learn such a thing?