“The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.”
The day is spring lovely. The air is warm and still and the sky cloudless. This morning I bought some pansies for the basket on the front steps. They are hardy enough flowers for these cold nights when the temperature still dips to the high 30’s. We have had a fire warning in effect for the last few days. As it hasn’t rained, there have been several brush fires, and the fear is there may be more.
When I was a kid, I always loved the coming of the warm weather when I could get rid of the pounds of winter clothing I’d endured for months. Away went the scarf and the mittens and the layers under my winter coat. Sometimes my snow boots became mud boots when the spring rains arrived and the softened ground turned to mud. On the way home from school, we walked across the field below our street, and it oozed with mud and water. We loved it; my mother hated it. Sometimes a boot got stuck, and while trying to pull it out, the other one would get stuck. That’s how my socks got dirty and muddy.
My bike tires left grooved ruts when I’d ride through the muddy grass, and the bottoms of my pant legs were flecked with blotches of mud spots like brown poker dots. The ruts were tell-tale signs to my father that we had used his grassy hill even though we had been told over and over not to use the hill but to walk down the steps with our bikes. That was the silliest request we’d ever heard. What self-respecting kid on a bike would ever bypass a hill for steps? We never did.
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April 10, 2012 at 4:53 pm
In the snow flurries of Detroit (America’s Town) your Detroit Tigers torched the Rays 5-2. I will be heading down to Comerica on Thursday for the matinee.
April 10, 2012 at 7:25 pm
My Dear Hedley,
Wrong pronoun describing the Tigers! Dress warmly-even the matinee will probably be cold. A couple of years ago I saw the Sox in Cleveland in late April, and I don’t remember ever voluntarily being that cold before.
April 10, 2012 at 9:33 pm
It’s funny but Chrysler’s new ads say that their cars are imported from Detroit. How can Detroit be America’s Town if their cars (which are made in Detroit) are imported to the rest of the US?
April 11, 2012 at 8:27 am
Kat….Suite 🙂
April 10, 2012 at 9:37 pm
Our second dog, a black lab mix, passed away this afternoon. She was approximately 13 years old and in bad shape for the last week. Her hips were not good and she couldn’t get up to do her business. She eat very little and was expelling bile from both ends. We got an appointment at the vet in the afternoon to put her to sleep, but an hour before the appointment she expired.
April 10, 2012 at 9:52 pm
Bob,
I am so very sorry. I know how horrible it is to lose a beloved dog. When Maggie was ut to sleep, I was with her, holding her and crying my eyes out. Dogs ask little and give so much.
April 10, 2012 at 10:01 pm
Ask my son Bob, he works for Chrysler, delivering dealerships to a town near you.