Romance author Starr Ambrose /
Thoughts on writing and my rural life
the barn in fall
Friday, March 11, 2011
The First Potholes of Spring
Or, Why it won't pay to wash my truck for the next two months. This is what the road looked like today directly in front of my house...
...and for miles in either direction. The closest pavement is over a mile away. That's two minutes in dry miles; ten minutes in mud miles. In town I drive by the two car washes and sigh, thinking how nice it would be to see the paint beneath the mud on my truck. But what's the point? By the time I got home it would be mud-brown again.