I believe that ruts are under appreciated. One of the highlights of growing up farm girl was the captivating charms of ruts. Admittedly the process of making the ruts, not so charming -- large tractors or trucks, thick wet muck, and then chains and ropes and more trucks and tractors, tactical calculation, collaboration, cursing.
But I love the negative space left by a tractor tire -- and the way it fills with water -- and finding tadpoles in the water -- and as the water evaporates, the leathery hardness just before the earth peels into thin curling sheets that shatter when I try to pick them up.
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