Dirt mixed with even a little bit of water quickly turns to mud.  Throw in a torrential rain storm the likes of which we are famous for out here in the tropics, and you have a veritable mud bath everywhere you put your feet, once outside Shiloh's gate.  

The rains are back and we are once again enjoying what is affectionately termed "muddy season."  Mud, when caked on shoes, has a tendency to fall off in little glops.  It doesn't take a sleuth to discover just who it was that walked into Shiloh with muddy shoes on their feet.  The trail leads from the front door, right on up the stairs, and straight to the culprits bedroom door.  This scenario generally brings a smile to my face.  Only because it rarely falls on me to clean up the mess.  Oh the joys of muddy season!