Knee socks. Sneakers. A varsity shirt. And, a lace-trimmed, twirly skirt. It all seemed like a perfect ensemble for a visit to a worm farm.
If you’re Lulu.
She was headed right into her element. I had already been to the farm a few weeks ago, and Ron wanted to see for himself. And bring the kids.
We need the worms for our little farm. And, we want to learn more about the soldier flies and how they make magical protein larvae for chickens to snack on – because chickens are next for us, after we plant.
And what’s even better? That in a skirt the tiniest human got right up in there.
They dug into compost to feel the heat inside. They held freeze-dried larvae, and then held a handful of live ones. And they were right there and ready to feel the full-sized worms wiggle around in their palms.
And they had a moment with the chickens. That was everything. It was a nice rehearsal for what’s to come for us. She’s basically counting the days.
