melt and freeze the ground softens in fits and starts
4 Replies to “Mud Season”
I love this one. I have seen leaves descend like this all the way through the ice before rocking slowly below the murk.
I used to visit my great grandmother who lived above a pond on an ancient farm. She raised 8 children and lived alone and tended an acre of garden by herself until she was 94 years old. I would fill her woodbox for her moss green and ivory white wood burning range where she would make cabbage rolls, dill soup, all her meals, and heat her empty house.
When I would finish filling the box I wandered to the pond one winter day when the transparent ice held me above the black of the water below. I saw an oak leaf like this one completely encased in the ice through melt of the sun and the refrozen in the chill of the night.
Thank YOU Brett for sharing that beautiful memory. And allowing me to make a visit to your great grandmother’s farm and her wood burning range. Beautiful!
I love this one. I have seen leaves descend like this all the way through the ice before rocking slowly below the murk.
I used to visit my great grandmother who lived above a pond on an ancient farm. She raised 8 children and lived alone and tended an acre of garden by herself until she was 94 years old. I would fill her woodbox for her moss green and ivory white wood burning range where she would make cabbage rolls, dill soup, all her meals, and heat her empty house.
When I would finish filling the box I wandered to the pond one winter day when the transparent ice held me above the black of the water below. I saw an oak leaf like this one completely encased in the ice through melt of the sun and the refrozen in the chill of the night.
Thank you for the memory.
Thank YOU Brett for sharing that beautiful memory. And allowing me to make a visit to your great grandmother’s farm and her wood burning range. Beautiful!
“Mud Season” is the perfect description. 😁
😀