When I raked up the last bit of hay on my garden beds, I found this massively content earthworm just chilling out on top of the soil. You can tell he gorged himself on all that dirt and was just laying there saying, "Get me a bucket."
And I say, have at it.
How's that song go? Peas, peas, peas, let me get what I want? Lord knows it would be the first time.
Columbines in bloom. First in red.
Then in blue.
Then in deep red.
Lettuce go then, you and I, with the evening spread out against the sky...
But baby since I've bean loving you, I'm about to lose my worried mind. Yeah, oh, yeah.
Not only are the beans sprouting, but so is the corn.
And the chives are flowering.