Where as most women have a favorite pair of heels (which of course I do too), I would have to say that my muck boots are one of my most favorite items I own.
Of course I don’t just have plain old black muck boots. Mine are black with cute little colored hearts all over-and a buckle at the top (accessories are important even where muck boots are concerned).
It may sound silly, but when I slip my bare feet into their cool, slick insides, I feel a sense of calm and comfort. I know that for at least the next few minutes, I will be outside in the fresh air doing what I love the most; tending to my little homestead.
My mind shifts directions and settles. With my muck boots on, the bills that need to be paid float away, the multitude of responsibilities of adult life subside temporarily. I walk with peace and purpose.
The peace that washes over me with my muck boots on is much different than the emotions I feel when I slip my knee-high compression socked feet (no varicose veins for this girl) into my Dansko clogs. With my Danskos on, I am focused and serious. I am all business-mixed with exhaustion and prayers that the next 12 hours won’t be totally brutal.
Although muck boots are a bit of a spiritual experience in themselves, they are also super practical. They protect my legs from the itchy, wet grass. They are also great for walking through the ridiculous mud that accumulates in our pig pen. When Houidini is feeling less than pleased at his isloation from his woman, it protects my calves from his grumpy nips. When I dash out to the pig pen in the wee hours of the night to check on Lady-Bug for the millionth time, hoping she is having those darn piglets, they are easy to slip on.
This redhead is full of muck boot love. If you don’t have a pair of muck boots, I highly recommend you purchase a pair and stomp around in the mud for awhile-it just might change your life.