Any person who has spent an appreciable amount of time hiking through the hills and hollers of the Ozarks undoubtedly owns and loves a favorite pair of boots.  It does not matter how many pairs of boots one may own, nor for what purpose, there will always be one favored pair among them.  I own few shoes.  But I own many boots.  When your activities revolve around the outdoors, you tend to get that way.  And indeed, I do have a favorite pair of boots.  I just call them “my boots”.

Now in the winter, just after 6″ of snow has fallen and it is 10 degrees outside, I would probably choose to put on my insulated high-top hunting style boots to tromp around in the woods.  If the snow conditions happened to be just right, and I had the energy, and if my back weren’t hurting from lugging diesel fuel, then I might elect to lace up my cross country ski boots, step into my cross country skis, grab the ski poles and pretend that I were still young enough to do these sort of things.  Afterwards, I would probably want to lounge around a warm fire in the fireplace, which means that I would have to trek through the snow to get firewood.  This would call for my lightweight, zip-up insulated snow boots, which are perfectly matched to this task.

When a more formal occasion presents itself, such as an anniversary or birthday dinner at a sit-down restaurant, then the footwear of choice would be a pair of western boots (cowboys wear cowboy boots, and I’m not a cowboy – hence, western boots).  When a less formal occasion presents itself, such as manure management in the paddock, then mucking boots are called for and nothing less will do (note to self: never economize on mucking boots …yuck).

Now that it is springtime, and the spring rains have (fortunately) begun in earnest, the boot I might select during a prolonged rainy period might be my pull-on high top waterproof work boots.  They will keep my feet dry, they have good traction and fair ankle support, but best of all, they can be slipped on and off easily and quickly (a godsend when a chore involves going in and out of the house repeatedly with muddy boots).

In the summertime, I usually reach for my light weight, waterproof lace-up work boots, which are an excellent choice as a general purpose boot, and due to their sturdiness and light weight, perform very well for a hiking boot.

All of the boots that I have just mentioned are specialized boots of one sort or another.  To recap, there were insulated high-top hunting boots, cross country ski boots, insulated snow boots, western boots, mucking boots, high top pull-on work boots, and lightweight waterproof lace-up work boots.  In total, I might wear these boots for a combined total of ten percent of my shod time.

The other ninety percent of the time I simply wear “my boots”.

Just as I clicked on the “publish” button for my last post, Retta pulled up the driveway, back from visiting her parents in Ozark, Missouri.  Along the way home, just off the highway, she noticed what looked to be two tiny kittens.  Not one to look the other way when situations such as this occur, Retta stopped the truck and investigated.  She found the two little kittens, but found no evidence of any siblings or mother cat.  Apparently, these two marvelous creatures were abandoned along the side of the road by some sick, heartless individual who could not think of any other way to handle a new litter of kittens.

Retta did what most caring, nurturing people would do under the circumstances – she gathered the kittens up and brought them home.  So it looks as if we shall now be a three cat family.  And this is what they look like:

Hopefully we can teach them to get along with the other cat, the dogs, the horses, the guineas, the chickens, the wild birds and the squirrels.  Anything else is fair game.

The WildBlue satellite spot beam 35 was out for most of the day, so I have not had access to the internet until this afternoon.  So this photo is being posted a day later than I would have liked.

We were fortunate enough to receive 2 inches of rain Friday and into Saturday.  With the 2 1/2 inches we received the prior week, it looks as if our pastures and fields will be growing like gangbusters.  Once dry creeks are now flowing again, and the catfish pond will regain it’s previous glorious fullness soon, which is a big relief to me (not to mention the catfish).

After the rain stopped, we were again fortunate enough to be presented with a superbly brilliant rainbow.  I figured that, no matter how you happened upon this page, you would appreciate a moment to enjoy a beautiful rainbow with us.

PS – In case you were wondering, I raced over to this pasture to find the pot of gold, but somebody must have beat me to it!