‘Tis that time of year where the snows are busy melting and tiny rivulets scamper merrily in the tiniest low spots… including the mud ruts outside my house. Time for some boat floating, stick digging, gravel stomping, and mud sticking.
The best boat was simply a short blade of grass.
Tough break when your blade floats under the “glacier” and is lost.
Living on the edge, this little “vida loca” girlie kept seeing how stuck she could get in the red goo. Her dad could tell her a story…
Like her father, I pulled her out… even though I recall, his boots were left behind! I love digging and damming and redirecting water… now I’ve taught two generations how to do it! What a legacy!Find me here!
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Oh the sheer joy on her face as you pull her out. Such a wonderful memory.
Simple pleasures are often the best! (even, mud!) Reminded me of the 60’s song, “Mud, mud, glorious mud” by the Serendipity Singers…great words (aka “The Hippopotamus Song”)
I see that you can give a positive spin even on mud season!