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.


Looking up to the house


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


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


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