Mud Season Part One
March 10, 2016. Rainy. 65 F. Perfection.
Johnny has spent the day excavating the hillside, building / carving out terraces and placing found boulders around the property. Some to sit on and have a view and some as a visual element balancing the exposed ledge and dramatic slopes. It is funny, he wouldn’t think of himself as an artist…but I do. His medium is the earth. Granite, soil and plants excite him, He designs, sculpts and cultivates.
Anna loves putting on her boots, it means we are going outside. Unfazed by the rain, she boldly runs up and muddy slopes to reach her swing. We play in the rain, we bike in the rain and we watch the chickens in the rain. We are soaked through, covered in wet earth, but we love it.
Muddy springs make me feel connected to the soil. I love feeling the soft earth underfoot, feeling the mud between your toes again (maybe I am weird). The delicious earthy musk hangs in the air after a good rain. Bird songs drifting into open windows. There is something electric in the atmosphere, new life is literally "springing" from the earth. I know I am not alone, the plants and animals feel it, they awaken.
The smells of the excavator mixes with wet spring soil and freshly cut pine and it reminds me of being at my great uncles property in northern Wisconsin. I am loving it. Windows open today, birds are singing, rain dripping off the over hang, a wet bike ride to the park with Anna, an early morning run in the mist, fresh eggs from the chickens, our little baby laughing, spring bursting forth, life is so beautiful.
Here are some pictures from the gloriously muddy work day…can’t wait to plant this land and populate it with more animals!