Farm chores are messier on rainy days.  There’s the mud.  There’s the wet underbrush you have to run through and the rising creek you wade through while chasing escaped calves back through the hole in the fence.  You get soaked to the knees if you’re lucky, and to the waist if you’re not.  Eight or ten hours later,
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Yesterday I eased the pickup down the driveway. The feed bins were empty, and I could put off the trip to the feed store no longer. Here’s what I found at the end of the driveway — bare mud on the road. What a beautiful sight! I like mud.