I was considering earthworms this morning as I sat looking at my garden. This may sound funny, but I was picturing them celebrating and giggling as they were making tunnels under the ground. Just a funny picture. Yep, I actually take time to think and imagine. A children's book? Maybe.
I have a bowl or orange peels, onion skins, coffee grounds, crunched up egg shells, and lots of other gooey things. I am taking them to bury in my compost pile, a rich earthy pile of soil that is forming before my very eyes and the thought of nurtrients going into this rich mess gets me excited about growing tomatoes with the soil at the bottom or the pile that has been marinating.
I often do informal lessons about these uniquely made creatures when the neighbor kids come over as ask to see "the worms". I hand them a shovel and show them good places to dig...places where the first jab brings up a small handful. With their eyes wide open, they watch them and listen to my stories. They even like to hold them. My neighbors are boys, of course.
Every time I put a shovel into the compost mound, I see my squirmy friends at work. It is then that I giggle. I understand that there are tons of micro organisms working overtime too, even while I sleep. I like to picture the earth going through the worm's body. They eat anything that was once alive, but now dead. I understand that there is a long digestive tube from its mouth to the tip of his tail. Organic material passes all the way through and like an assembly line that moves nutrients such as potassium and nitrogen into the soil. I recently read that they live three to four years! Now that is a plus. They can all lay eggs. Each one is both male and female. Now, how complex is that?
Ooshy gooshy worms are made of 80% water. That means I need to keep watering my garden, not only for the plants but for those precious little beings.
I think I fell in love with worms when my birds (I call them my birds) stopped coming into my yard because of the creeping cats that like my yard better than their own. I am disappointed, but it is the "circle of life". I have a sandpile I cover with chicken wire. Cat poop is a natural part of the atmosphere, but not where my neighbor kids play. Oops, I'm on a tangent.
The point I am trying to make is that I love gardening. I can't imagine the gardening without my worm helpers. I didn't even ask for the help. They just show up They tirelessly work for us. Being around living things revives me. Therefore, I love earthworms.