I remember mud season - it fell in concert with snow-melt season (which coincided with snow-falling-from-high-places-and-down-your-neck season). Ah, mud angels, mud men, lose-your-shoe-in-the-mud races...those were the days.It was also sap running time, when we'd tap the trees and make maple syrup, so it wasn't all bad.Shade and Sweetwater,K, now down South and citified
Ahh yeah... we have slick mud, slippery mud, clay-filled mud, dog-shit mud, inch-thick layers of mud on top of ice... It's "I don't care what the hell I look like with mud all over me, you should love me anyway, just the way I am" time!
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