E. E. Cummings (American poet 1894-1962)
TIME: 5:21 PM
This is the sight that greeted me as I pulled into the driveway this evening - SD wallowing in a mud puddle. We had waves of thundershowers most of the day and the rain collected in the ruts that had formed underneath the swings. It turned the depressions into lovely, muddy quagmires, perfect for sloshing and mucking about. And of course, that is one siren song that SD cannot resist.