I have to askāare there any products made to last these days? I mean, aside from our lamb meat, of course! š
This summer has been one of those wild ones where you canāt quite put your finger on why everything feels a bit like chaos. Maybe itās all the rain, keeping us busy with haymaking, or perhaps itās the growing number of lambs weāre raising and selling. Whatever it is, itās been non-stop.
A few weeks back, I noticed my feet were perpetually wet. It seemed that my less-than-a-year-old work boots had simply given up on me. The soles were separating from the leather uppers, and water, dirt, and even the breeze were making their way to my toes far too easily. Now, I thought Iād bought a good pairāCanadian-made, they said. But here I was, with soggy socks and a growing sense of frustration.
Anne and I talked about it, and we agreed it was time for new boots. But, as is often the case on a busy farm, weeks went by before I could even think about shopping. So, I carried on, waterlogged feet and all.
Then, a few days ago, we found ourselves at Ace Hardware in Glencoe, picking up some supplies. Side note, if youāve never been there, the folks at Ace are just the best. While there, I happened to spot a display of Blundstone pull-on work bootsābeautiful, sturdy-looking things. Iād heard they were top quality and thought, why not? It was quite the investment, but I was lured in by the promise of no more broken laces and dry toes.
After lunch, I was set to meet Young Farmer Adam Anderson, whoās now also Excavator Adam, with his new business. I had asked him to fix some field drain tiles at one of our farms, so off I went with my shiny new boots.
When I got to the field, Adam jumped out of his excavator, and wouldnāt you know itāhe was wearing the same boots. āHey, youāve got the same boots as me!ā I said, with a bit of excitement. Adamās response? āYeah, theyāre junk! Only nine months old and theyāre falling apart.ā
Well, that was the fastest transition from the joy of a schoolchild with new shoes to the cynicism of a grumpy old man that Iāve ever experienced. For now, my new boots are doing their job, but I canāt help but wonder how long that will last.
It does make you think, thoughāhow much of what we buy these days really stands the test of time? Maybe itās just the way of the world now, but I miss the days when things were built to last, and you knew you could count on them. At least we can all still count on good conversations and shared laughs over lifeās little disappointments.
Until next time, keep your feet dry and your spirit light!
Warm regards,
Farmer Rod
(Picture - Adam, his Old Boots and New Excavator)