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I think Muck! is my new four letter word. It’s what I face when the Seattle rains return. Muck’s what I wear for a about 10+ months of the year. I think I own the term. So Muck-it! I’m using it.
Today was the first day of autumn (I mean late summer) that found me sporting rain gear and a stocking cap. It’s my look for most of the year, and I don’t prefer it, especially when its covered in, yep, you guessed it: muck. My hair sticks up in all sorts of frizzy ugliness. My fingernails are no longer green; they’re all mucked in shades of black and brown. Frankly, I look like a mother-muckin’ mess most of the time I’m working in the field — except in summer when I can get away with capris and no hat. But, summer’s one muckin’ short season.
When you’re consulting in gardens in the rain, that’s the deal. You take a shower to get all clean in the morning. Then you dress up in stained jeans that maybe you wore the day before — assuming you didn’t slip and land in the mucking mud. Then, you put on another layer of outerwear, also likely shedding the dusty remnants of yesterday’s mucky job. And, of course you pull on shoes, encrusted with layers of drying muck — hopefully, remembering not to walk thru the house with those work boots on. But if you do, you find yourself yelling “muck-me” as you turn around to find your trail of crust lingering under foot.
So, why do it? Well, honestly, when I’m coated in muck, I’m as happy as a pig in $h!t. I may grumble about it, but really, it’s fun to be outside, slipping around, getting filthy. I think I’d really be mucked if I had to sit in an office all day long.
So muck it!
Bring on the rain. Bring on the mud. Without both of them, our gardens might not become muck, but they and we would definitely be mucked. It takes the rain, meeting the soil to renew life. I guess in some ways, rain really is the great mother mucker — just in a better way than my outdoor curses may make it sound.
I love LOVE this post. Just today I was grumbing about the same thing when I took my dirty Muck’s off in someone’s house after being at a jobsite where I tromped through mud. This post is why I care less about clothes and looking fashionable – I’m just covered in mud at the end of the day anyways 😉
GREAT blog post for today! It’s that mucking time of year, which seems to arrive faster each year, and some days feels like it never ends while in the midst of the muck season. Hit nail/head today! 🙂