The Mud

I've had few blog posts in December.

Don't blame the approaching holidays. Blame the mud.

Late fall brought rain, rain, and more rain. Warm weather meant no frozen ground.

Walking on turf and in the hayfields is like walking on a sponge. If I want dry feet, I must wear my tall Muck boots. So I don't trek the fields often these days.

The horses and sheep are spending very little time in the pastures. Their hooves will churn the ground into mud, leaving no grass for winter time and spring.

But corralling them doesn't save the paddocks. The paddocks are filled with mud that sucks at boots, discourages the sheep, and provides little inspiration for prose.