Date: 2008-03-13 03:04 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] mindways
I always treated the words "mud season" casually until a couple years ago, when I went on a trip to Vermont in late March. It was... impressive. Brown, boggy, and impressive. o.O

(And according to my calendar, we're just past Deep Winter into Early Spring. Millenia of centuries and tradition? Bah! I see six seasons!)

Date: 2008-03-13 11:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stealthmuffin.livejournal.com
You see six seasons? I see crocuses! Right there, across the street!

Yeah, mud season takes on new meaning when you live in what used to be a swamp. Although I seem to remember the big floods all happening in summer.

Date: 2008-03-14 06:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sexybadpnomamma.livejournal.com
I am from Vermont, and the boys in my high school class went "muddin'" on weekends. This means that they got in behemoth pickup trucks, found the biggest patch of mud they could, and spun the wheels as hard as possible to cover themselves with mud. Seriously: that's what you do for fun when you live in the middle of nowhere in mud season!

Date: 2008-03-19 03:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thomascantor.livejournal.com
A sermon that I heard one time in a church I used to sing for mentioned the idea of six seasons, and I think it is rather fitting. The preacher used the terms locking and unlocking to refer to early spring and late fall, respectively.

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