The worms crawl in.
The worms crawl out.
No need to get ghoulish by continuing with the rest of this poem.
It's just that I was thinking about it while walking the dogs down the lane on this rainy morning.
No dead men in the lane, just holes in the surface where I saw a few worms descend.
Most were stretched out as far as possible.
I was glad to have a flash light, because the thought of squishing worms with my boots was hardly appealing.
Anyway, it's wet enough this morning to trigger a major worm uprising.
With that in mind, I was glad to have my flashlight so I could choose my steps carefully.
I don't know how long the rain will last, but I do know it's balmy out there, hardly requiring the three extra layers I've been wearing on morning walks.
I'll probably shed at least one item when I take Bridie out for our horse chores walk.
BTW: I will actually be doing horse chores at that time in a couple of weeks when Lily and Lefty come home. CB will be a the trainer's stable for a month.
That will mean a change in Bridie's routine. Instead of our walking through the woods and fields, she'll be tethered to a long rope near the barn.
She's usually happy to lie there and watch all horse action while I feed them in the barnyard or walk them to pasture.
This morning she cut short her walking with me because she had a job to do.
Our three resident deer were in the second pasture, so rather than going with me, she remained in one spot and watched.
Eventually they decided to move. As usual, her herding took her about ten feet, and then she stopped to watch again. We are thrilled that she does not chase deer.
Jennifer Bair Wood, owner of Homewood Farm Stand
The highlight of my St. Patrick's day: visiting with Jennifer.
She's the creator and organizer of the popular "Funky Junk" craft and trade shows here locally.
She had a bag all ready for me with my name on it when I arrived at her farm stand.
The soda bread was still warm from the oven, and the Guinness brownies were arranged on the counter in individual containers.
After the transaction, we spent some time visiting, and, as always, when we take time to talk to people and to listen, we learn.
I had no idea that Jennifer's family had lived in the area for so long, some even back to the 1890s.
Her grandmother ran the Garfield Bay store and Bar. She told me how fishermen would come in with their catch and trade for beers.
Jennifer's grandmother would smoke the fish and then sell them back to the anglers. Seems like a shrewd lady to me.
Her Anderson ancestors are also responsible for the naming of Anderson Point on the lake, and one family member established the Church of the Wildwood on Sagle Road.
It was fun to swap stories and lore with Jennifer.
I felt like St. Patrick's Day was complete when I left with my goodies and plans to share them with family members.
Bill has highly approved of the soda bread (with raisins) and the brownie. So, he had a good St. Paddy's Day too.
Now, we move on after having one day of withdrawal from evening basketball games to full days of basketball.
This morning I found the times and channels for our five initial matchups. We'll definitely be watching three games tomorrow and two games on Friday when the women's tournament begins.
Today will involve a little bracket planning. This year's tournament has numerous colleges I've never heard of so coming up with a winning bracket may be challenging.
Whatever the case, it will be fun to take in as much of March Madness as possible.
Go, ZAGS Men.
Go, ZAGS women.
Go Idaho Vandal Women.
Go, Idaho Vandal Men, and
Go, McNeese CowBOYS.
🏀🏀🏀🏀🏀
To get in the proper spirit, here's the fight song from my alma mater:
Baby perennials making their appearance.
The last of the oak leaves from 2025.
Still hangin' in there.
Little Foster continues to improve from his bout of canine vestibular disease each day.
He's stronger and knows most of the time where he's going or at least where he wants to go.
When he's outside, we usually use the leash because of his blindness.
With the leash, he feels more confident, and he doesn't fall into the trap of walking in circles, which is common with old-dog vertigo.
Even when you have vertigo, St. Patrick's Day can be fun.
This is basically a blah scene until you know that the spruce tree was almost hidden a week or so ago with years' worth of yard residue----limbs, twigs, leaves, pine needles, etc.
Bill has made significant progress with his separating of items and his bonfires.
I'm feeling very happy.
Happy Wednesday.
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