Tuesday, April 08, 2008


Poem To Mud
- Poem to ooze- Patted in pies, or coating the shoes. Poem to slooze- Poem to crud- Fed by a leak, or spread by a flood. Wherever, whenever, whyever it goes, Stirred by your finger or strained by your toes, There's nothing sloppier, slipperier, floppier, There's nothing slickier, stickier, thickier, There's nothing quickier to make grown-ups sickier, Trulier coolier, Than wonderful mud.

-Zilpha Keatley Snyder

So we are full on in mud season which is obvious from the photos. As you can also see from the photos we were actually able to go outside without snowpants, coats, hats and mittens! Yes Spring has finally arrived and after three weeks of one person or another being sick it has been a very welcome reprieve! We still have piles of snow but there are patches of grass to be seen here and there and for the next several days we are supposed to get temperatures in the 50s and 60s so we should have some significant melting. But with the melting comes the mud and I have given up trying to keep my floors clean until it dries up!

1 comment:

Lisa said...

WOW....that is A LOT of MUD! But the girls seem to be enjoying pouncing around in that thick stuff. I can't imagine keeping anything clean with the outside like that. Your garage must be unbelievable!

Hopefully it all dries up for you in the next few weeks ;o)