Mud Season

It's official -- the snow is melting and the mud is rising -- it's mud season in Vermont! The kids have switched their snow boots for rubber boots (will I ever be able to send them out of the house in normal shoes?). Gavin celebrated the beginning of mud season by doing a Pete Rose slide facefirst through the mud at the babysitter's house -- accidentally, or so he claims -- which necessitated an emergency load of laundry.

I came across some great elementary school mud-poetry in the Burlington Free Press.

Mud

By Avery Follett, grade 3

Yucky mud

Mucky mud

Mud is on my feet.

Sticky mud

Icky mud

Why is it so deep?

Slip and Slide

By Lily Weisgold, grade 4

Rain boots on.

Out I go.

I leave them by the front door.

Joy, joy, it's mud.

I hop, I jump, and I leap for mud.

It squeezes. It squishes.

It feels like chocolate pudding.

Faster, faster, I leap, I jump.

SPLAT I land face down in mud.

I giggle.

I get up.

SPLAT I slip again.

I'm covered in mud.

Slipping and sliding all around.

I can't stand on the squishy ground.

A Muddy Day

by Sam Edwards-Kuhn, grade 4

It was April. Everywhere I looked, there was mud. I love mud. It was like heaven to me.

I went outside to play. I was jumping around in the mud, sliding in the mud, and making mud forts. I was having the best day of my life until I realized that I probably wouldn't be allowed in the house again.

All of a sudden I wasn't sure I liked mud so much.