Guess what, it's raining! I'm working in my garden with flip flops on wrenching out the withered and spent, last years models, chopping and slicing, scaring the worms up. How come worms are so plump and clean, they look like they've been pruning in a slipper tub when we know they live in dirt. Hey what's going on down there anyway? I'm thinking of a children's book with a view below, sliced like an ant farm, worms in tiny apartments watching tv.
Banjo is dreaming out loud as I pause here, now back outside, when I get the barrels full it will be studio time.