Thursday, March 1, 2012
For the love of mud.
Yay! March is here. I'm not a huge fan of February. It seems to be the longest month for me. By February I'm sick of winter, and ready for the mud puddles of spring. This winter has been a bit odd. I didn't have a problem with February because it hasn't been very wintery. Although, with the lack of snow, I knew we wouldn't have the kind of spring I like. The kind where you have to wear your mud boots and stomp through some puddles in the driveway. I love mud puddles.
We finally got some snow last weekend. We didn't get as much as they were predicting earlier this week. The 12 inches fizzled down to about 3. Bummer. I would have liked a few more inches of snow. Fresh snow at this time of year is beautiful. You know it won't be around all that long; and if you're a puddle jumper, you you know it's going to melt.
I know that most people hate the mud. There are a few of us who enjoy it. We wait anxiously for those first warming winds that will turn the snow into spring. Yes, it can be a bother. Those kids covered in mud coming through the front door and bringing the muck with them. The endless loads of heavily soiled laundry. The difficulty getting to the house when driving through the sloppy mess of a driveway. The vehicles coated in a thick layer of dried filth. I can hardly wait!
We're supposed to get warm temperatures next week, and that will get things going. How long will we get to enjoy the puddles once they come? One never really knows, so you have to take the enjoyment or put up with it one day at a time.