Puddles, Worms and Beasts

Last week was rainy and gray and cold.  Which led to lots of reading, a few rain walks, and afternoon tea and toast.

I’m guessing I’m not the only one who gets nostalgically gloomy and sad when my kids grow out of clothes?  These boots are pinching the toes but she insisted on wearing them.

These “Duck Boots” as they’re affectionately called around here still fit, luckily….because there’s no child after him to pass them down to.  I think puddle hopping and a 2-year-old are a perfect fit. 

And here comes the gory part of the story (beware all you squeamish ones):

We came across a puddle filled (and I mean writhing!) with half-drowned worms.  And not only that but they were massing around the crack in the sidewalk.  We looked.  We discussed whether they were enjoying themselves trying to get into the puddle or frantically en-mass trying to get out.  We concluded it was the latter and tried in vain to scoop them out with sticks (oh, it was just really gross.  It was like a snake-pit….only worms. Gross but quite interesting).  

OK, on to more pleasant things (except you’ve probably lost your appetite by now):

The best-tea-in-the-whole-world (yes, I’ve linked to this tea elsewhere on this blog….but it’s really good) accompanied by buttered and peanut-buttered (oh, my) homemade-bread toast.

And what rainy afternoon is complete without a good book or two.  This one —a favorite at the moment–is worth the worms!