Mud Beautiful Mud

Winter on the farm is always beautiful!

Sitting by the fireplace, wrapped up in a cozy blanket with a cup of coffee as out the window I watch the fluffy white snowflakes as they peacefully float to the blanket of white that covers the ground.

That sounds great doesn’t it?

Comfort, quiet, rest and peace.

Just thinking of it brings me a feeling of comfort.

Ahhhhhh…

If only that is how it really is.

I still stand by my first sentence however;

Winter on the farm is always beautiful!

If you think mud is beautiful.

And I do.

Let me explain…

Our farm is in the Wild and Wonderful state of West Virginia. Where the weather seems to be very confused most of the time.

Yes, it does get cold and we do have snow in the winter but we also may have a few 60-70 degree days with lots of sun mixed in here and there and also quite a bit of rain. Which is the perfect recipe for……

You guessed it..

Mud.

When you hear the word mud, what does that bring to mind?

Sloppy, messy, dirty, getting stuck?

Yeah, me too.

Just yesterday I walked out of my muck boots in the barnyard because it was stuck in the mud.

Sloppy, messing, dirty and getting stuck in it.

What is beautiful about that?

Well, I’m gonna tell ya.

Nothing and everything at the same time.

I know, confusing but stay with me.

Mud makes all of the farm chores more difficult, messy and take longer. It slows me down when I have so much to do. I don’t have time for that. But, it makes me make the time to slow down and get whatever it is I’m doing right, or it will only turn into a bigger mess.

I can’t just carry the hay bales for the horses out through the muddy barnyard without watching my steps or I will walk out of my boots and end up face down in the mud.

TRUST ME

I need to slow down and pay attention to the task at hand, the world around me and watch my step.

That’s the beauty in it.

It MAKES me:

slow down

pay attention to the world around me

watch my step, so I don’t fall down.

All things that I really need to do to not only not fall in the mud,

but in my life.

To be the best wife and mom, the person I want to be sometimes I just need to stop in the (at times sloppy, dirty, messy) day to day race I run and:

slow down

pay attention to the world around me

watch my step, so I don’t fall down.

See what I mean now?

Mud – beautifully messy just like life

Perfectly Imperfect- just like me 💗

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