Rebecca found a big stick in the woods, and carried it all the way, waving dangerously my direction, to where she'd noticed a large puddle. She began splashing. It was the most gentle splashing I've ever seen - more like stirring, really - and it stirred up all kinds of strange shapes and textures in the mud at the bottom of the puddle.
We both stood and watched, entranced, as the swirling mud and muddy water caught the light and made all sorts of shapes and colors, almost in the tones of our hydrangeas in winter. Who knew mud could look so pretty?
Sometimes the unexpected magic of simple things is the most wonderful magic of all.
