More clods

    I had a lovely hike at Congaree National Park today, but due to all this rain it was very, very muddy on the trails. Once I posted how stupid I felt leaving clods of dirt on my floors after returning from hiking. I'm feeling better now. I knew the boots were muddy, so I scraped them on the boardwalk, I scraped them on the bricks and I scraped them on the asphalt, and when I got home, I wiped my feet carefully on both welcome mats. And mud still fell off. So I wiped them again, and mud still fell off. So I went out and kicked the railing on the porch. I looked like a petulant three-year-old, no doubt, but that's OK. Mostly I am. Anyway, I seem to have defeated the clods at last. Dang clingy clods!