They say March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb but I never hear much talk about the rest of the month. What is it that happens in between?
Mud. Here, March is Mud Month.
This was taken March 10, 2007. P and M enjoyed the pond that
formed when the snow from the "sledding hill" behind them melted.
Notice that M took P out in a dress and not pants because, as he said
"the pants would just get muddy."
March his when the snow melts and we get lots of water but the ground underneath is still frozen. Sloooowly the ground thaws and that water soaks in. The top part of the earth becomes saturated with water. Our driveway turns to mud, a growing layer of mud. The boys used to play out there when they were little. They would dig channels with sticks and float boats in the driveway. They would ride their bikes and come back in with brown stripes up their backs. I often wonder how many shoes have been swallowed by that little area of earth. Even a truckload of gravel has been eaten by the mud.
The ground will eventually thaw completely and the water drains away as if someone had pulled out a plug. That is March for us.
Happy March.
