The current shirt that I'm mending has me thinking about my teenage years. It reminds me of the mud flats we went by every morning and every afternoon on the way to and from school. As the tide would go out, the motion of the water would create ripples in the mud.
I don't have a good picture of the mud flats (this one is close), but this beach was part of the bus ride too.
We lived eight miles out of town. The bus route I was on took an hour to school and then an hour home. I've been wondering if one reason that I find it easy to commute by bus and walking now is just that it's really the commute I've always known...
Just something to think about while stitching. That and the song June bug by the B-52's (only follow this link if you are a B-52's fan or really want to know how crazy my taste in music is considering the last song I linked to what Nat King Cole.) as it has a reference to mud.