As a flatlander, I learned early on during my college years in Vermont about"Mud Season, " the time of year when the snow finally starts to melt and the ground thaws. The good thing about mud season is that you're likely past the worst of the season's snowfalls. The bad thing about mud season? M-U-D.
Up in Northern Vermont, Mud Season starts in March and ends some time near the Fourth of July. ;-) But in 12521-land, I'm hoping that mud season ends by the time the NCAA basketball champions are decided.
So far we're not off to a good start, what with getting slammed with 7-plus inches of snow on March 1st. Here are a few photos of the mud on our road prior to the latest snowfall.
Up in Northern Vermont, Mud Season starts in March and ends some time near the Fourth of July. ;-) But in 12521-land, I'm hoping that mud season ends by the time the NCAA basketball champions are decided.
So far we're not off to a good start, what with getting slammed with 7-plus inches of snow on March 1st. Here are a few photos of the mud on our road prior to the latest snowfall.
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We still have 1'+ of snow but temps are forecast to rise to mid 50s by the weekend so I predict we'll be looking at a mudfest soon
Your blog entry reminded me of a song written and performed by Flanders & Swann - the Hippo Song, aka Mud, Mud, Glorious Mud!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AjnOj9O16_I
A bold Hippopotamus was standing one day
On the banks of the cool Shalimar
He gazed at the bottom as it peacefully lay
By the light of the evening star.
Away on a hilltop, sat combing her hair
Was a fair Hippopotami maid;
The Hippopotamus was no ignoramus
And sang her this sweet serenade:
'Mud, Mud, glorious mud
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood!
So follow me, follow
Down to the hollow
And there let us wallow
In glorious mud'
The fair Hippopotama he aimed to entice
From her seat on that hilltop above
As she hadn't got a Ma to give her advice
Came tiptoeing down to her love.
Like thunder the forest re-echoed the sound
of the song that they sang when they met
His inamorata adjusted her garter
And lifted her voice in duet (in Russian)
(in Russian, DS sings, MF translates --> See bottom of page)
'Mud, Mud, glorious mud
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood!
So follow me, follow
Down to the hollow
And there let us wallow
In glorious mud!'
That should improve our cultural relations
The bold Hippopotami began to convene
On the banks of that river so wide
I wonder, now, what am I to say of the scene
That ensued by the Swhalimar side?
They dived all at once, with an ear-splitting splosh
Then rose to the surface again
A regular army
of Hippopotami
All singing this haunting refrain:
'Mud, Mud, glorious mud
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood
So follow me, follow
Down to the hollow
And there let us wallow
In glorious mud'!
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