family life, gardening, outdoors

Appalachian spring

” …Β when the world is mud-luscious … when the world is puddle-wonderful…” E.E. Cummings, American poet

There are still patches of dirt-speckled snow on the ground here and there. There will probably be a fresh layer or two to come. But, winter’s grip is broken in this part of Appalachia.

It’s true. Birds are whoop-de-doing outside the bedroom windows every morning. Alarm clocks with no snooze button. Squirrels are chasing each other round and round the maple tree across the street, the skritch skritch of their speedy feet just audible from the deck.

And, the garden. Oh, my. The climbing roses have sprouted leaves smaller than green peas but perfectly formed. Crocus leaves are obvious given their relative greenness to the zoysia grass that has taken over what little lawn we have kept.

The mud won’t be far behind. It’s mostly the dog’s fault. He goes out. He comes in. And, bits of this and that gather on his feet. In the spring, it’s always mud. Always,

We keep a towel at the back door so people — by which I mean myself and only myself — can wipe his feet. But, sometimes he’s too fast for me, shooting across the kitchen and down a hall to the living room, footprints marking his every step on all that wood that old houses have.

I also have a husband and children, all of whom are old enough to know to wipe their feet, but often forget.

So, it is nearly spring and there will be a film of mud punctuated by discernable footprints. I will mop. With Murphy’s Oil. The house will smell like an old country church. Clean enough to almost be righteous.

At least for a moment.

30 thoughts on “Appalachian spring”

  1. I have been hearing those birds chirping also. Sounds good to the ears. Summer will be here before you know it, and you won’t have to wipe paws! lol.

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  2. Nora,
    You have written very beautifully.
    I used to clean Banny’s feet with towel paper before he used to come back inside the house after playing outside. He knew it well. No, I couldn’t teach the children. I hope that they will learn one day.

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    1. πŸ™‚ Thanks, Munna Sara! I’m also hoping my children will learn to pick up their clothes more than once a week. We’re still working on that. They consider a tidy pile next to their closet doors acceptable. So it goes.

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  3. Thank you Nora for heralding spring with your post. It’s fun to see how each group of living things makes the announcement- the birds their song, the squirrels their antics, the trees their buds, the flowers their newfound leaves peeking out from the soil, and the dogs their muddy paws.

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