That was the first thing that came to mind for Fandango’s word prompt this morning.
As a child I would watch the worms writhing in the disturbed soil after Dad had been digging. They’d double back on themselves, and I always wondered if any actually tied themselves in knots.
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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes!
We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too.
From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives.
We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
I remember following dad about when he was digging the veg patch. The worms fascinated me.
Kindred spirits!
Yikes! I don’t like the 🐛