Mud is the most poetical thing in the world.
R. H. Blyth
I don't know if I ever thought of mud as being poetic, but I did love making mud pies when I was a kid. Must have made hundreds of them and then left them to dry on the seat of a swing. I have to wonder why mom didn't outlaw mudpies. Laundry day must have been a nightmare!
**More Thoughts for an Early Morning