As a young child I loved playing in mud, so much so, my father nick-named me Grub, a form of endearment he used until he died in his 80s.
Today in Mitchell there is mud everywhere. Naked mud: thankfully dry.
Now the mud is dry, attractive mosaics can be seen in some places; however, most is ugly, rough and hard work to shovel out and clear away.
In our yard, a layer of river mud has smothered the ground. We have a real problem when it rains, as the mud turns to sticky glue. Consequently, several loads of crusher dust (fine pieces of stone; a by-product of making road metal) have been delivered that will be spread over the most used areas. This will create dust, but dust is better than mud.