Good morning from dreary, rainy New England. We’ve hit that second mud season. The premiere mud season is April, but December has evolved into a close second. The persistent rain keeps me from forest paths. While the lure of dragging a solid inch of mud on my boots is tempting, the truth is that walking soggy trails is bad for the forest. Like April, the ‘big mud’ is a time of renewal. Trails fill in, leaves and dirt washing into the more rutted areas, so disturbing the natural healing of things is bad.
Which is terrible timing.
This is also the season of cookies and candy, big meals and drinking wassail. So, without further ado, I’m getting my sorry self dressed and off to the gym.
My best to you all, and my special thanks to Ms Buffy. Stay dry!