Today the sun is shinning, the birds are singing, the trees are budding, the grass is greening up and we are in the season of mud. Yes, there is a mud season in Missouri. We don’t just have Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall, we also have Mud.
Now mud can mean many different things. It can mean that the gravel road you live on will not dry out so you have to pad your departure time and plan your attire on wither or not you can show up with mud on your hem. It can be the time of year where political campaigns slinging “mud” back and forth so much that you can’t tell which way is up or who to cast your vote for on Primary Day. Kids love mud season because that is when they can splash in the mud puddles and get their cloths and each other muddy. Mud is also the season when farmers start itching to get in the fields because mud means that the ground temperature is just about right to start putting seed in the ground.
Above all else, mud means that we will be working calves and weaning them from their mama’s. Weaning happens about the same time every year, give or take a few days, and we are always in mud season. This year will be no different.
Now the lots where we bring the cattle into to sort the calves from the cows are not necessarily muddy, but when you have 60 animals in one space and the ground is soft, it becomes muddy, fast. Add in the organic matter that also usually ends up somewhere on me and you have a “slick” situation.
Blessings to you,
Laurie – Country Link
Glad to see you’re back at it, Laurie! Enjoy your blogs. Hi to the hubby as well. 🙂
Thank you Larry!! I will be sure to tell him you said Hello!
We had a mud season back in Indiana too. It seemed like most years when I was growing up that it started in October and ran until April or May. To break up the misery of wet muddy clothes, there was a period of what you could call twisted ankle season in the middle where the mud froze solid and you twisted your ankles constantly carrying feed and water buckets over frozen hoof prints and tractor tracks. You can tell a farmer didn’t name the seasons! 😊
Yes! Twisted ankle season. I like that name. Very appropriate for December and January months here. Add a little ice in the hoof tracks and the potential for falls and bruises on your backside increase. Not that I would have any experience with that…..
That’s for stopping by Doug!