It seems like my farm chores, winter, spring and fall involve trudging through mud.
The mud is so prevalent that it's become part of the weather report in my journal:
Cloudy skies, 36 degrees, mud.
Windy, 41 degrees, mud.
Another muddy day.
Meteorologists would point out that mud is not a weather term, but I doubt many of them are walking through it, in fear of falling or losing a boot.
The mud is worse around the gates.
But maybe, I think, I've just become old and crotchety and obsessed with the weather (and mud).
Or, maybe we've had a lot more rain.
I check the rainfall totals for the nearest weather station, about 30 miles from us. To date, we're about six inches above normal.
And then, because I can be a data geek, I check the rainfall for 2017, and see it's about 10 inches above normal.
That's a lot of extra water--and a lot of extra mud.
December 19, 2018--Light winds, sunny skies, high of 50 degrees, MUD.