|The many faces of mud|
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Yea! Walking Zoe up the road the last 2 days has been a treat. The smell and feel of mud. Squishy, soft, smelling of earth and renewal; of spring. The edges of the ice are exposed, water eating away below, so that one can play their favorite children's game of jumping on the edge of the ice and hearing that satisfying crunch of a piece breaking off. Loved to do that as a kid and still love to. Zoe comes home covered with grit and wet, a very happy dog. Even the tire tracks are beautiful lines on the dirt roads, though we tend to avoid the dirt roads to drive on for the next few weeks, as it can feel like driving in wet cement.