Mud

The mud must have been quite soft, for when he took a step off of the front porch and landed on his side, he didn't utter a sound. He just looked up at me helplessly and quietly laid there until I lifted him up. I couldn't resist a snapshot of my mud-streaked baby.







































Takin' a ride in the wheelbarrow; helping Mama take her garden trimmings to the chickens, who love scratching around in a fresh pile.