The Good Earth / Mud

How many happy hours have  I lived – squishing my way into and out of mudflats, riverbanks, flood plains, and lingering rain puddles and jumping ruts that are drying, cracking, becoming mud mosaics, crunching like potato chips underfoot,  disintegrating, before my eyes? How many pairs of shoes have I destroyed?

Raccoon, possum, porcupine, deer and snakes and rodents must cross the mudflats to get to the river, but why don’t eagles, ravens, geese, and ducks fly over the deep and treacherous mud?

mud deposited over “cow pies”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

odd…worms and ducks leave circular trails…

ever-changing sand bars…

white clay settles last; algae color the water