Dark winter mornings filled with mud and snow.
Muggy summer sunrises sweating before the work was even begun.
A hard life of labor, washing the teats of the cows before milking, mixing milk replacement for the calves, hauling water and bales of hay and straw by hand until the tips of his fingers split open and bled from the cold and the wet. Never outwardly complaining, taping his fingers and his boots and working through it.
It was a hard life and he wore it well. The old rubber boots were just part of the story. There was so much more.
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