Thursday, March 22, 2007

Mud Season

Watching a young citizen of Outer Podunk stomp through a supermarket parking lot in very large Wellingtons made me think of a line an old friend of mine used to use to describe this time of year: mudlicious and puddle-wonderful.


Sheryl said...

I love ee cummings!

P.S. an after-thought said...

I suppose I could change my attitude toward the mud. Hmmmm, not likely.

LutheranChik said...

Sheryl -- thanks for reminding me of the original author.

I don't mind the mud -- of course, that's because I live at the END of a dirt road, and can get pretty much everywhere from there on pavement. When I was the age of the youngster who inspired my Deep Thought, one of my favorite things to do was capture the various aquatic insects that hang out in those springtime puddles.

Mata H said...

in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman

whistles far and wee

and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's

when the world is puddle-wonderful

the queer
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing

from hop-scotch and jump-rope and



balloonMan whistles

Songbird said...

I love that poem, but I must admit I wish I had the Wellies for walking in the mud here.

Reverend Dona Quixote said...

I'd like the wellies for my DOGS [!] who most certainly understand what mudlicious and puddlewonderful are.