Irresistible Spring MudPuddle
The winter freeze has thawed, and it is time for a bit of spring. I know it's premature, but I cannot resist a little indulgence in a clear, non-icy puddle. Along the running path nearby, there's a favorite I have been watching for several years. Graders come, land-levelers go, dirt arrives in piles nearby for shovelling. My dear mudpuddle! It survives them all. And why not? Beauty is a trancendental item.
(Look carefully, and you will catch sight of new puddles just recently born)