Springtime ...

Here it is the first day of Spring and all we have in rural PA is mud....
now don't get me wrong, it is some really super mud..sticky , just like baby poop...too descriptive?
Now being a city girl and only really coming into contact with potting soil or the occasional garden dirt , free of anything remotely rural..like the little gray bugs that form a ball and worms large enough to throw in the crock pot and feed a family of four..too much !
Trial by fire !!!!! I learned about mud our first Spring here, in the country...It was a nice March day,not unlike today, cold , but at least the snow had melted ...your first clue...March here is officially mud month.....
...I was in our newly purchased old pick-up...everyone out here has a pick-up...attempting to turn the truck around on the grass in back of the house...I thought this was easier than backing down the driveway, not really use to the big side mirrors on the truck...only driving my little sport convertible and VW bug ...NOT truck savvy yet....the back yard slops and as I started the turn, then attempted to pull forward...all four tires just spun in place... the the more gas I gave it the deeper the ruts ... every attempt to go forward,I would lose ground, sliding backwards,heading straight towards our well pump cap, sticking up around a foot...I can usually solve my own problems, but truly the mud was a worthy advisory...I needed expert help...someone that knew the Mud ! a local ...
I called one of my new neighbors...... in her 70's ... born and breed to this valley , an expert on the mud...... the locals are tuff..no salads or health food for these guys... pish ! ..they eat pork and cook with lard...and all live well into their 90's...
my neighbor arrives and quickly takes me in hand... she tells me that we need traction... finally something I know...like all city people I have kitty litter in the trunk of my sports car....and being married to a master cabinet maker ,we always have wood somewhere , so I retrieved two boards from the storage shed..... also finding that this is all turning into a messy situation, mud wise, I throw on a black slicker and boots....we put the boards under the front wheels and the kitty litter under the back wheels...she gets in and says, push !!!! while she proceeds to gun the motor...mud and spinning tires everywhere , but we manage to get it on solid ground...my husband will never know I thought ...how cleaver of me to get myself out of such am embarrassing situation..my neighbor is laughing so hard she is crying...I am a sight....covered from head to foot in
mud, I even had some up my nose...not until I am standing on my back porch ,that I noticed the deep ruts in the yard , it looked like a war had been fought ...I had killed the yard......
In my best, being vague mode, I tried to fain ignorance... aliens maybe?.. didn't know ...but no such luck...the dead give away ,was the truck cover in mud......my husband laughed at my expense,for months...one of my crazies ........ I have learned that ,you can tell a city person about the mud...but truly they won't believe you..... many aspects of country living have amazed me....a whole new world......