Temperatures rise abruptly and the soft tones of winter - pearl grey, amethyst, white and every shade of ultramarine blue retreat from a ravenous tide of fungus and sludge. Oil slicks, naturally generated, line the edges of every muddy, rusty slough and the smell?! The wind stirs up an olfactory assault of sewer type gases mingled with the scent of warming mud. What a delight!
Once we dry out I suppose real Spring will begin and I must admit it's never, ever been this disgusting...there were entire fields of this mucky brown business. Must have been the amount of snow combined with rising temperatures which means I have to hose the dog down for 10 minutes following every walk.
Three or four weeks from now though? we'll be at our best!
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