When I opened the compost bin this morning about a pound and a half of worms fell out of the lid.
I’m glad they are happy.
On another tack, I tried a few assorted cables to see if they worked with size nines and a cotton yarn. Then an hour doing diagrams, counting on my fingers and scratching my head. Crisp knitted geometry is a great pleasure, but a few bobbles go a long way, and it would be all too easy to end up looking like a rococo sofa from the very worst period.