To worm, or not to worm…

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?

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About fictionbypalmer

Explosive Christian fiction writer. Hope to be published in 2012. Praise God to help me keep it simple and true, straight from the heart, for the Glory of God. As you read my story or answer a blog, please feel His Presence, His touch in your life. Fictionbypalmer@gmail.com
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