It's not as though I have no boots...I could even have worn my plastic clogs. I really like gardening but it is hard on my clothes. I think it is because I often don't plan to STAY out gardening...I tell myself I am only going out for a minute to, you know, check it out...stomp on snails, see whats new in bloom...But ruining a pair of running shoes was worth it..I had a really good time just before the cloudburst, and I don't run anyway.
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You and me, Lizza, you and me. I am not anywhere near the category of gardener that you are, except that I, too, have the habit of going outside for 'just a minute' and end up digging and rooting around until I end up with an inch of mud on the bottom of my sneakers, and mud on the knees of my pants. Ah well, good clean fun, I always say.
Cute photo!
Cherie, you called it! Good clean fun...
Don't you love the way debris clogs up the "tread" on the soles of your shoes? I take 'em off on the patio so as not to track it onto the carpet. At any given moment there are about three pair of such shoes outside the door.
Oh, yes, Lizza. Our back patio has a delegated place for muddy shoes, too. I wait for the mud to dry, then stick a hand in each shoe and bang the soles hard against each other. Clods fly everywhere, I have to shut my eyes, but it does the trick! I'm sure you've done that a time or two yourself. Good upper arm exercise! ;-)
Cherie, one of the funnest(!) aspects of blogging is to find that you and I are not alone while facing our daily adventures.
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