A Worm & A Dream

  With rods, reels and a fresh batch of worms, we headed down to the pond.  Our hopes were high to snag some unsuspecting fish.  We baited our hooks, we cast our lines, and waited, and waited....and waited. The bobbers bobbed, but only from the wind.  They almost seemed to mock us and our lack of catch.
  By eleven o'clock we were hot, sweaty, and tired of waiting for the fish who clearly were not showing up for the party.  With rods, reels, and a not-so-fresh batch of worms we headed back to the cottage.