Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Mrs Bale reports on the fifth season




"Mud, mud, glorious mud." Between winter and spring, we have a truly lovely time called mud season. I could barely get up our dirt road today. I had to put on my Wellies just to unload the groceries from the car.



Footprints



Looking up to the house

2 comments:

  1. Mud, mud, glorious mud. There's nothing quite like it for cooling the blood . . .

    md

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  2. I love this! I found a couple different poems with those words.

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