It rained A LOT last night.
(Definition of A LOT: Aaaa Looooooottttttt)
It thundered too.
When the clouds parted for a few minutes this morning, we took Grace outside. All the rain from the night before ousted the worms in our front yard. A LOT of worms.
See above definition...there were A LOT of worms!!
I was so thankful they were worms and not snakes.
Anyway, the appearance of SO many worms prompted Grace's first farming lesson.
Poop = fertilizer
Poop is fertilizer.
Fertilizer grows crops.
Highly sophisticated stuff but she was enthralled - with the worms that is.
She definitely has the makings of a farmer's daughter.
In fact, the only thing we could do to get her away from 'worm highway'
(what we dubbed the 20 foot path of worms along the edge of our grass)
was fly a kite!
What a weekend! Kites AND worms!!
At bedtime, when I asked her what she wanted to talk about, instead of Snow White, she answered, "WORMS!"
A farmer's daughter indeed.