Wow it's the last day of February and we are onto March and thoughts of Spring! The weather was a balmy 12C (54F) yesterday although it is supposed to get colder by tomorrow.
Last Sunday I left church and was on my way to meet my friend S for coffee. The weather was milder and I debated whether to take the shorter route to our meeting spot. Well, it was the muddier route and I proceeded to get the soles of my boots caked thickly in wet mud, oozing slightly up the sides. It bothered me so much, when I got to drier land I started trying to scrape the mud off onto the grass as best I could. Friend S must've been wondering why I was taking so long, I saw her eventually walking up to me. She pointed to some puddles of water on the road and it helped to step into them for a little while. Yes, I did feel like a bit of a child.
On the way home after our meeting, I noticed there were still patches of snow here and there on the sidewalks and I proceeded to brush/grind my boots into the snow every time I came upon a patch of the icy stuff until eventually my boots were cleaned!
And that is my 'muddy boot' story, next time I will choose the drier if longer route to my destination.
Last Sunday I left church and was on my way to meet my friend S for coffee. The weather was milder and I debated whether to take the shorter route to our meeting spot. Well, it was the muddier route and I proceeded to get the soles of my boots caked thickly in wet mud, oozing slightly up the sides. It bothered me so much, when I got to drier land I started trying to scrape the mud off onto the grass as best I could. Friend S must've been wondering why I was taking so long, I saw her eventually walking up to me. She pointed to some puddles of water on the road and it helped to step into them for a little while. Yes, I did feel like a bit of a child.
On the way home after our meeting, I noticed there were still patches of snow here and there on the sidewalks and I proceeded to brush/grind my boots into the snow every time I came upon a patch of the icy stuff until eventually my boots were cleaned!
And that is my 'muddy boot' story, next time I will choose the drier if longer route to my destination.
I know that muddy feeling, often have to dip my feet into the Rhine! Hugs Valerie
ReplyDeleteAhhhh... the joys of winter melt.
ReplyDeleteOh yes the puddle trick. I used that on my walks around the reservoir. Unfortunately I forgot I had the chihuahua behind me. She didn't appreciate the bath.
ReplyDeleteI haven't had muddy boots in a long time. I should go out more.
ReplyDeleteIt's that time of year! I would have done the same thing, Christine.
ReplyDeleteStill cold and snowy over here!
ReplyDeleteOver here in Hawaii, I wear rubber slippers outdoors.
ReplyDeleteI'm guessing it's probably easier to clean them that way than if the mud is caked on... I hope you had a nice time with your friend.
ReplyDeletethat brings back memories of myself as a kid with boots - in Kansas... we get snow here but so far I haven't 'had to wear any because it's never more than about 4" to 6" at a time and wherever i go they had plowed it.
ReplyDeleteYour muddy boot adventure actually sounds like a lot of fun :-)
ReplyDeleteMuddy boots, puddles and fun. All sounds good. By the way, when we step in dog poo, here. We use the grass to get it off our shoes.
ReplyDeleteHappy Almost Spring!