Once in a while even adults enjoy playing with mud.
Some years ago Mosker sent me a box with the supplies to make pavers. Included are letters to add some poetry or remembrance.
When my cousins visited, I asked them to inscribe a paver. They stopped their sunbathing to do that. After much discussion they came to an agreement, stamped a greeting, a thanks, their names, the date.
The paver is leaning against a little fence now, holding it in place. The paver catches my eye when I pass and I think of their visit.
From now on everyone spending at least one night here will be asked to play with mud.
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