At Ross: pretty muddy puddles... x

I like mud. I think I must be drawn to it. My family will smile when they read this. I think it has been like this since my knees where the same height as my children's. I dont think its just about the mud either. Feeling a cold wind on your cheek in winter is something else. I remember my fingers turning white walking down to the barn as a child. The cat, a lot like Tiger used to follow as did Leader the dog.

Animals and being around them bring out the best in you, especially in winter. Your in it together, mud and all. Its a good thing. I know people who work all day and go home and think of only themselves. A little mud would be good for them too. I think.