The ground finally froze this week in upstate New York. For the past month, the ground had become so saturated with rain that every single step my dog or I took churned the grass and produced mud. I’d even resorted to redistributing the piles of leaves that I’d raked, in order to cover the muddiest spots. Spreading hay would’ve been my next step. Instead, a couple of inches of snow fell, and the ground is now crunchy instead of sloppy. Apocalypse averted.
An American Mud Bath
An American Mud Bath
An American Mud Bath
The ground finally froze this week in upstate New York. For the past month, the ground had become so saturated with rain that every single step my dog or I took churned the grass and produced mud. I’d even resorted to redistributing the piles of leaves that I’d raked, in order to cover the muddiest spots. Spreading hay would’ve been my next step. Instead, a couple of inches of snow fell, and the ground is now crunchy instead of sloppy. Apocalypse averted.