Mud flows as the snow goes...
This weekend was a freebie for me. I had no obligations other than to my family, my dog and my chores.
First and foremost, I needed to take care of the doggie land mines deposited by Annie over the course of the winter. My husband had already stepped in a couple of messes and his patience was wearing thin. Saturday morning I grabbed the pooper scooper and scooped poop. What a disgusting experience. I am convinced Annie, who was curiously following my every dip into her dollops, believes her name is Dammit Annie. She shits large, which doesn't particularly break down well. Sometimes her turds are chunked with identifiable objects, such as small bones, yarn, and frog eyes.
Dammit Annie!
I escaped. I pulled on my rain boots and took Annie into the woods. We tasted young creasy greens breaking through the earth. Heavy rains and melting snows formed swollen springs. Annie and I made a new game called "retrieve the stick from the mud puddle." And so on and so forth, we carried on. Playing in puddles is no longer just for 4 year olds and Golden Retrievers...
Our road has lost it's bottom. There are easily 8-12inches or more of muddy ruts to navigate. My Jeep is half mud, half blue on top. For sport, I attempt conquering the road without 4 wheel drive. I gun up the single-lane at almost 35 mph. Today I nearly clipped a birch.
Whatever.
This time of year I could stand just about anything to break up the monotony ..
