Lest you think it's all pretty, flowery fa la la, Oregon this time of year also means mud.
Rain + ground = mud.
Goopy, wet, sloshy, squirmy.
It makes us appreciate the delicate blooms elsewhere.
But when you're in this mud? You have to be completely conscious of where you're stepping and where you're going or it's not going to be a pretty fall down.
One. Step. At. A. Time. Sweet. Jesus.
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And mud means paw prints on the carpet. I just give up this time of year on that.
mud mud glorious mud. nothing quite like it to quicken the blood.
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