I have a pair of garden shoes, knock off crocs, that I keep on the decking at the retirement property. When I go to the garden, I slip the shoes I'm wearing off and put on the garden shoes.
Well. Most of the time. Sometimes, I am working away and then notice that I haven't, well after I have muddied up my good shoes.
When I went up last weekend, I was wearing my brand new shoes, and I was actually proud of myself for remembering to make the switch. I worked for a while, and when it was time to go, I actually felt as if I had accomplished something. That's the beauty of a garden, isn't it?
When I got home, I slipped of my shoes and realized that this time, I had forgotten to take my garden shoes off and replace them on the deck. My new shoes were still down there where I'd left them.
Anyways, we went to my sister's for supper and it was nice to visit. She cooked a good meal and we played Scrabble. She has to go to bed by 8, because she gets up at 2:30 to go to work, which gave Tim and I plenty of time to duck across the road after visiting and check on the garden and to retrieve my new shoes.
The first thing we saw is that a rabbit had somehow gotten itself inside the fencing and was running around in frantic circles leaping and jumping at the fencing trying to remember the way back out. We opened the gate for him and stood back, but with one mighty hurrah, he sailed over the fence at the far end of the garden and was gone like the wind.
We also noticed that after two days of soaking rain, everything is popping up nicely.
And...after two days of soaking rain, my shoes were still okay.
Finally, Tim noticed that raccoons had carried out a full covered bucket of grain and managed to pry the lid off to have a raccoon party. Tim was a very unhappy man.