Oh I was going to tell you about my worms.Squirmy little buggers always under foot. No matter where I dig in my fingers there they are. Poor souls. Wriggling in the dirt, heading off...well, wherever worms go.
Fat too. The sort of worm that makes a man proud of his labours. I can see it now: the epitaph. 'He grew good worms.'
'How do I do it?' you ask...Let me explain.
First up you build a sort of sand castle....
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But the thing is I've been fiddling and tweaking this mound making business with worm hospitality in mind. Because, you know, earthworms can tell you a lot about the good life of the soil. pH. Water saturation..Aeration. Soil Temperature. Carbon content....
The measure of a man is his worms.
If they are happy little campers you know you are green thumbing it.
I knew earthworms appreciated my terracotta pots as they hang out around those like groupies. And in all weathers. When I converted my 'paths' into composting passage ways by layering them with a rich carpet of manure I got a upstairs/downstairs thing going.
Then when I started drenching the mounds with my aloe vera brews I'm a bit taken aback with the population explosion.
Worms. Worms. Worms.
Once upon a time there were none...
Mixing and churning my soil. Turning sand into loam. Ferrying stuff about and saving me the exertion.My little helpers.
The mounds, my worms and I have come a long way together with our trusty flowerpots.
It's simple: a plunger!
Push down and the plunger suckers onto the dinner plate. Move/lift the plate aside. Fill the clay pot with water. Replace the plate. Un-suck the plunger.
Hose in one hand. Plunger in the other.
I extended the handle so there is no bending. So long as the plate lids are upside down the sucker sucks. Even if the plates are wet it sucks even better.
What wonderful happenstance! If I was using lid material other than china/stoneware the rig would not be working.
I can even hear the worms applauding....
Oh Wiggly, squiggly, squirming worm,
Most brilliant of creatures under terra-firm,
Builder of tunnels exquisitely round
Creator of dirt so deliciously ground
Engineer-builder without college degree
You eat up your work--
and do it for free.
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