During the last Ice Age, when glaciers scrubbed the surface of our landscape clean, any earthworms that had been living in New England were completely irradicated.
When it rains, NY City offers subways filled with gushing rivers, swollen streets, and a normally ambulatory population of dull shut-ins. But in Bobbie's New England, when it rains, the landscape fills with giddy chickens, exuberant pigs and a massive, slow-moving caravan of sexually charged immigrant earthworms overrunning the surface soil boudoir with the urge to procreate. Could one wish for a better competing reality than this—on the last day in September? Raining in the company of worms on this day definitely offers a great alternative to knitting in the company of sheep! May all the keen, competitive knitters enjoy this wonderful essay. Thank you Bobbie.
Oh my Lord, Marta- this is truly the funniest comment I have ever received! The image of a "slow moving caravan of sexually charged immigrant earthworms" will stay with and make me laugh - long after I remember why. I am proud to have provoked such poetry in you and prouder still to count you as one of my reader/critics. And by the way, I much prefer my reality to most others.
I’m all
For shimmy and shake
Please send a video!
When it rains, NY City offers subways filled with gushing rivers, swollen streets, and a normally ambulatory population of dull shut-ins. But in Bobbie's New England, when it rains, the landscape fills with giddy chickens, exuberant pigs and a massive, slow-moving caravan of sexually charged immigrant earthworms overrunning the surface soil boudoir with the urge to procreate. Could one wish for a better competing reality than this—on the last day in September? Raining in the company of worms on this day definitely offers a great alternative to knitting in the company of sheep! May all the keen, competitive knitters enjoy this wonderful essay. Thank you Bobbie.
Oh my Lord, Marta- this is truly the funniest comment I have ever received! The image of a "slow moving caravan of sexually charged immigrant earthworms" will stay with and make me laugh - long after I remember why. I am proud to have provoked such poetry in you and prouder still to count you as one of my reader/critics. And by the way, I much prefer my reality to most others.
I’m imagining you and Anne sharing a moonlight dance to test the vibration theory!
Ha! We'll be out there with the pigs learning how to shimmy and shake!