62 thoughts on “Haiku #18”

  1. I can smell it. Perfect description of a spring melt. When I was younger the conservancy would divert all the water in the Rio Grande into the irrigation ditches in July and August. I would go out and play on the dry riverbed. More than once I stepped on what was a thin layer of sand over goopy clay and sank to my waist in mud. I had to sacrifice my sneakers to the mud gods, much to the chagrin of my mother, in order to extricate myself from the sticky clay.

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      1. Yes they did. I was a muddy mess but I washed off in the Clearwater ditch before I got to the house, so the shoes were more of an issue that what a mess I had been.

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    1. Thanks for sharing this story Tim! Spring mud smells so much different than any other time of year. My youngest told me stories about losing a play shoe, here or there, in the fields next door, years after the fact. I remember doing it myself. In third grade my favorite new black patent leather shoes with fake opal insets were stuck beneath mud in front of our school! I was told not to bother trying to find them. I think I was sent home for the day. πŸ™‚

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          1. True. I remember one time when our daughter and one of her friends were going outside to have a airsoft war. Laurie told them “Okay. Be careful not to trample the roses!” Tristan’s friend said “Don’t trample the roses? My mom would be freaking out if she knew we were going outside to shoot at each other.”

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  2. Ah mud – seen quite often here in Arkansas in the Spring. You have described it perfectly. I sat and wrote a poem about mud once and laughed because it was so stuid. Ha

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  3. This is very visual, Mary Jo. We don’t have a wet spring here in South Africa. Our winters are very dry and so are our springs. The rains usually start at the end of October and this month is called suicide month because it is so hot and dry before the rain. Sometimes the rain doesn’t come and we have a drought.

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