I think I have mentioned this before... Vermont has FIVE seasons, not four: Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Mud Season, which as you may surmise, is beginning right now. Unless you live here, you can't imagine what that means. What's a little mud? Those Vermonters--are they just whiney? As the snow melts and the temperatures rise, the dirt roads turn to the thickest, deepest mud you ever saw.
Well, the first place I lived when I moved here was on a mountain, accessible only by dirt roads. Some of the people who lived on those roads would actually move into hotels for a few weeks until the worst was over. The first couple weeks, we would rev the car engine and bolt over the mud, hoping to make it across. But after awhile, there would be no getting around it and the car would get stuck. And of course, this means that anyone further up the road was also stuck because there is no getting around a car sunk into the mud at least a foot, if not more. I treasured my AAA membership for all the towing I got. But it was so stressful not knowing if I could get home, especially at night. And my last year there was so bad that the tow truck driver finally wouldn't answer the calls anymore, he was so fed up.
So now I live in town and have no room to complain, but I will anyway! This is my path from the parking lot to the porch–my own little mini-mud nightmare. I wear boots just to go to the car and I skirt the mud, trying to stay in the snow. After that I don't need the boots and switch to my shoes.
It's messy going out and I prefer to stay in. So I have been getting a few fun projects done in the process between the numerous snow storms and the mud. I've been making a few baskets and having a blast...
Well, I got all that out of my system I think and I am back to my knitting again!