One MUD BATH per Year

An earlier blog detailed the surprising events that initiated our tradition of "ONE Spring Soaking per Year".  The Mud Bath tradition was instituted quite innocently as well on a warm, sunny day in July. It began when I recruited children to pull carrots and cut broccoli for dinner. Of course the toddlers and preschoolers jumped at the opportunity to tag along. It was an adventure to walk through our jungle of a vegetable garden because a tiny person could loose themselves among the tall plants and weed . This transformed the daily ritual of picking vegetables into an exciting adventure. Our garden was massive, with rows that were 75 feet long. The sheer volume of produce we grew was our insurance that that the raccoons, groundhogs, rabbits, deer, mice and bears would not eat it all. We also grew enough vegetables to barter with neighbouring farmers, sold some on the road side or simply gave our surplus to our generous family and friends. Rain had poured down for days, soaking our heavy clay soil. This sets the scene for the drama to enfold. 

Everyone trooped out  into the garden wearing rain or barn boots which were soon coated with sticky clumps of clay.  As David  struggled to pull out a huge carrot, his boots sank  so deeply into the mud that he couldn't lift his feet. Everyone began giggling as Matthew struggled to extricate his younger brother. David was finally set free but left a boot behind. Of course, as he stood on one foot to to free his boot he fell, landing in the deep mud. Matt was laughing too hard to help again; the next rescuer slipped and landed on their bottom with their feet straight out and their bodies coated in sticky clay soil. It doesn't take much imagination to figure out what happened next. The end result was a bunch of laughing kids, covered from head to toe with mud. They startled me when they came to the door and even I had to laugh while I shook my head and tried to figure out what to do with them. Since it was hot enough, we started the clean-up outside. Ruined outer clothing was peeled off outside, feet and legs washed in a bucket of warm water and then kids ran inside one by one, to shower or bathe. Of course I spoke the same proclamation, " Remember, only One Mud bath per year!"