Suddenly it’s Mud Season. Yesterday there was three inches of ice that ran from the back door to my studio door. Today, there’s more mud than ice. As Freida and I splashed through the puddles, I thanked Mother Nature that it was rain, not snow that fell from the sky. And when Freida got her muddy footprints on my clean rug, I admired the mark they left. I’ve never been so happy to see so much mud.