I’m making mud pies today
Between the garden rows,
The dampened silken soil
Will suckle on my toes.
And, when the sun climbs higher
My wares will turn to dust,
Nostrils flared from umber scent
I’ll walk home earthen mussed.
Want to come?
I’m making mud pies today
Between the garden rows,
The dampened silken soil
Will suckle on my toes.
And, when the sun climbs higher
My wares will turn to dust,
Nostrils flared from umber scent
I’ll walk home earthen mussed.
Want to come?
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Sounds delightful!
Good “clean” fun. Thanks!
lol
The dampened silken soil
Will suckle on my toes.
being an avid gardener … well, surely, I will gladly come along …. and those lines are just delicious and delightful 😀
Much appreciated! Thank-you!
I still go barefoot in my garden when digging and tending it.
We’d certainly get along! 😉 Thanks for stopping in.
love the mud pies suckling on toes…took me back to childhood.
The good ole days. We used to measure how much fun we had by how dirty we got. Thanks.
Mud pies are fun, Susan, and I like the feeling in the lines:
‘The dampened silken soil
Will suckle on my toes’,
the ‘umber scent’ and the idea of being ‘earthen mussed’! I’ll come!.
It’s going to be a blast. He he Thanks for dropping in!
This sounds like wonderful fun… barefoot in mud can be delightful
I’m 62 years old and still enjoy it! Thanks for the comment!
Nice sound and question at the end.
Thanks!