I Got My New Shoes On

When we moved to the farm the first time, I thought to myself, "Well, if I have to wear boots, I might as well get some that I love".  My green boots fit that bill.  I loved them.  I felt sassy, and useful all at the same time.  They became a story of my life as a hobby farmerette.  They saw me through chasing the sheep in and out of our fields, going out to call my husband for lunch, or helping him on his various projects around the place.  I used them to take care of chores like composting, and raking, and digging and care of the grounds at The Pokeaway. I picked up shingles and garbage, got in the vehicle and did a lunch run in those boots.  They saw me through multiple tramps through the fields, painting expeditions, gardening crusades, and soccer games in soaking wet fields.  My daughter even wore them when she helped her dad with the rabbits - feeding, watering, building cages, and taking the rabbits to market.  And then sadly, in the late fall, after eight years of chumming around, the boots sprung several holes.

Replacing my green boots was not something I looked forward to.  I wanted another pair who would help energize me when it came to getting out the door to walk the dogs in the fields, or to pick apples in the fall with my friends.  I needed boots who would make me want to dance out in the rain.  There were a lot of choices, but none called out my name.

Then I put the word out:  I wanted new boots for Christmas.  My mother-in-law heard my plea.  She picked these boots out for me.  These boots are the perfect fit.  I think they might even be reflective!  I look forward to the stories these boots will tell in a few years.  It won't be long before signs of wear show themselves on them, but I won't mind.

Whenever I wear them, the song on this video goes through my head.  And I dance a little.  Even if it is raining.