April 14, 2014

clean mud

Where we live, there are two kinds of mud. City mud is rancid and foaming with toxins; cigarette ash, old cooking oil, spit, urine, decomposing food, leaking plastics, and other delights.

Needless to say, we don't let our kids anywhere near the stuff.

But when we go up the mountain to our buddy's organic farm, where the air smells of peach blossoms and mist, and even the pigs are clean enough to touch, we turn our kids loose in the "clean" mud.

Add to that some grilled hotdogs and a clevered watermelon, and a good day is had by all.


  1. This a timely post. I led our elementary children in a lesson about serving one another, even when it means doing messy jobs. We all wrote things we could do to serve others. I wrote,"Let the boys play in the mud when they ask. Then just clean it up when they're done without feeling put-out." Mud is good:)

    1. Yes, Jen, it's hard for me not to think about my poor washing machine at home and the abuse it is about to suffer. Saying yes to things like this does not come easy to me, but I'm learning how to be more laid back whenever I can.

  2. I LOVE it...a beautiful mess; little kids and mud! XO

  3. Amen and amen for mud! That's awesome!