“Mud-luscious” and “puddle-wonderful”: barefoot fun after the rain
A little rain, a lot of fun yesterday . . .
The smells of mud puddles and green creek-side mulefat, the calls of nearby hidden frogs, the feel of warm damp trail . . . yesterday’s wander was (oh no . . . I’ve never had this word surface before) wanderful!
(Sorry for the pun–it was a pun-tabulous afternoon.)
e.e. cummings said it better in his poem
when he calls the world “mud-luscious” and “puddle-wonderful.”