MUD

On the bottom of my fancy boots. Tracked up the side of my boots. And speckled along the back of my pants legs. 

Yup, it’s spring. And in Winnipeg that means only two things — people stop complaining about the weather, and there is dirt and mud everywhere. Sometimes people decide to complain about that. Not this gal. 

I love it. I don’t care that my street is filled with mountainous piles of dirt and ice, or that my walk to the bus is filled with dodging puddles, or that I have the aforementioned mud problem. It’s cool. Spring is here, and I’m thrilled. 

I do need a pair of rubber boots though. 

Be a pal and let me know where I can get some.