Mudpuddle

In the battle of winter and spring, things are not what they seem. A rainy day walk with the foxhounds proved this to us all. We’d gotten as far as the Tillney’s back driveway when there appeared an irresistible mud puddle. Libby got a glimmer in her eye. She leapt high in the air, but upon landing she discovered winter had not gone from this here puddle: beneath the muddy inch of rainwater, a plate of ice lay waiting. Her bottom hit the ground with a resounding splash. And so there she sat, bathing in the mud puddle: absurd, careless.