The Mud Season

 Arthur and June go out of their way to slosh through the muddy tractor ruts.

Arthur and June go out of their way to slosh through the muddy tractor ruts.

Hopefully the worst of winter is behind us, and we can start looking forward to Spring. But between now and then is a whole lot of mud.  I like to think of it as a fifth season just after winter, kind of like the Russian "rasputitsa." Mud so deep and thick it swallows your boot and holds your foot in place. A few years ago my mother-in-law lost a whole rubber boot to the mud around their barn lot and we didn't find it for three months. Not everyone seems to mind the mud, judging from the way my son caked himself in it like Arnold at the end of PREDATOR.

Aside from the mud we've been making preparations for spring around The Farmstead. Our seeds came in from Baker Creek. I spent this afternoon pruning our fruit trees. And all around little bits of green are beginning to poke up through the mud.