fun with mud

Years ago, when our family first moved down here, I dug up a section of the back yard, mucked about in it, added fertilizer and eventually planted an herb garden. Most of the plants died, but two survived. Those two grew and flourished and took over the whole garden- a sage bush and a rosemary bush. More recently the rosemary bush has been pushing the sagebush over.

A couple Sundays ago I decided to dig up the sage and move it farther away.

So David and I went out dressed in old clothes, tied up the bushes, soaked the whole area with the hose, and started digging.






Pretty soon we seemed to be getting a bit too friendly with the mud...









Then Daniel wandered by all shiny clean and innocent. So we lobbed a few lumps of mud at him. He defended himself with this:









Things continued to degenerate:











but good clean fun was had by all involved (except maybe the photographer, who kept on yelling something about not getting mud on her Sunday outfit).