Mud season (Lauren Bjorkman)

A note to spring worshippers: Go ahead and revel in your larks on the wing and dew-pearled hillsides. But take a moment from that heady ecstasy to pity those of us living in the mountains of northern New Mexico. Instead of spring we have high winds and acres upon acres of mud. Where should we look for inspiration?

Rilke writes: Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.

I rebut with this: Mud season is upon us. The Earth is like wet cement that you can’t get off your shoes.

Robin Williams said, Spring is nature’s way of saying, “Let’s Party.”

I say, mud is nature’s way of getting revenge.

Bissonette writes: An optimist is the human personification of spring.


But I feel like throwing the optimist into the wallow.

Lao Tzu said, Sitting quietly, doing nothing. Spring comes, and the grass grows by itself.

Ahhh. I found my inspiration at last. I will sit quietly inside, doing nothing until the grass grows.