Behold, that which brought me exceeding joy today:
Yeah, that's dried mud. I mean, it's dirt. But once upon a time, it was mud that got baked into little cakes of dirt in the hot Arizona sun, so when I walk on it, I hear the creaking, crackling sound of dirt clods breaking up. I love that sound! I've loved it my whole life. I used to walk home from school as a kid, looking for dirt that had dried in these weird little patterns. It was the most fun thing for me to be able to make dirt crunch when I walked over it.
Today, I went on a walk and saw a patch of dirt that had baked itself into these little mud cakes. You'd better know that I walked right into it and stepped on as many pieces of dried mud/dirt as I possibly could.
My once-white tennis shoes are a little worse for the wear, but my soul is happy.
4 comments:
Laurie I absolutely adore you!! Thank you for this post. I think that I have a bad habit of forgetting about the little things like that!!!! You are fan-freakin'-tastic!!!
It's fun to ride horses through too...I would often go a bit out of my way to take a horse through those mud cakes while out gathering cattle!
We have dried leaves to smash, you know now that I live in northern AZ... But there are these one leaves, with a ton of little leaves attached to one stem. Andy loves to make fun of the fact that I find them extremely satisfying to smash. So many little crunches all together. Love it. I know I'm a nerd though. LOL
Sweet . . .
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