as the worm turns

You know, I kind of hoped that time would slow down a bit with retirement. Not so. Time still flies, but it is a lot more enjoyable.

I've been working in the yard (I just read an earlier post from January, and I did mention that as one of my intentions for the year), though the digging in the clay part is getting old. There are times I do miss the soil of my old place in Burleson. Sigh. There's something therapeutic about digging in the dirt, isn't there? This week I've put in a few perennial plants, a pittsporin, a couple of hens and chicks, three sweet broom bushes, and a hosta. A couple of weeks ago I recycled an oleander Nolene had pulled up, and put it in my back yard. I also have tried digging up and planting an off-shoot from a crape myrtle. Don't know how that one will do.

And I found worms while digging! I hadn't really thought about it, but there's a whole subterranian level of life. If you're going fishing, you can come turn some soil for me and keep whatever worms you find!