FARMER’S FATE: Good old boots can be too hard to replace

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For several weeks now, I’ve had the sense of something coming to an end—that old September feeling of summer passing, another fall, another page turning, only it seemed somehow more melancholy.

It wasn’t until the last farmers market that I was able to put my finger on that feeling. Men began commenting on my boots.

When wearing a super cute pair of bright heels or strappy sandals, its pleasant and not surprising when women comment on your shoes—but men? I could wear plastic bread bags on my feet and I wouldn’t expect my husband to notice unless I complained while walking through a patch of puncture vine.

So it was a bit surprising to me that several men were beginning to notice and comment on my well . . .