“The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.” — e.e. cummings
So that we may coax our little bed of sweet potato vines and delicate lavender plants through the scorching July days, my girls and I head out early each morning to soak everything with water. Each of them are fairly adept with the garden hose, so I’ve been allowing them the independence to saturate that bed on their own while I dead-head and tend to what is left of our spring flowers.
Last week, the hose lingered a little too long in one corner of the vine bed and before I knew it, the girls had created one glorious mud puddle. No plants were in danger of harm, so I let them splash and dig and experience the mud for a bit. I even remembered to grab my camera so that I could capture the glory of it all. As I circled them snapping off shots, my oldest daughter invited me to, “Come on, Mom! Get muddy with us!”
At first I resisted – it was just so terribly, well, dirty.
But then I reconsidered. When was the last time I had stomped in some mud? Didn’t the cool mud look awfully inviting? Sure, it was messy, but nothing a little spray down with the garden hose couldn’t remedy. So I dug in my toes and agreed with my daughters. That squishy, mooshy, globby, ooky mud was delightful.
When was the last time you allowed yourself the freedom to get a little muddy?
(By the way, speaking of simple delights, I wanted to make you aware that every Monday, FishMama of Life as Mom is hosting Camp Wannalaffalotta where she shares tons of inspiration for summer fun! And if you prefer making messes in the kitchen instead of out in the garden, you won’t want to miss the Life as Mom Birthday Cake Round-Up this Thursday!)