At the Farm and Fleet…

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One of the most worthless things on the planet are rubber boots with holes in both.

I own a pair and, well, there’s nothing worse than squishy toes when the mud is so nice and ripe for mucking around in.

Because we’re not out of the woods yet in this whole winter thing.  And that’s ok. We need the moisture, and I need a few more chances to learn my lesson about mud.

Anyway, so I need a new pair of rubber boots, which gives me a good excuse to go to the Farm and Fleet store.

I love the Farm and Fleet store. Any Farm and Fleet store there is, I don’t care. There’s just something about the racks of work gloves, the spring seeds, the paint, the plethora of barn jackets, long underwear, dog kennels, tack and brushes, fly spray, heat lamps, medicine, fencing supplies, tools, generators, extension cords, lawn furniture and toy farm animals that make me feel like anything’s possible.

I could spend hours browsing and dreaming of a perfectly organized tack room, or a summer spent in a light, long sleeved snap shirt and this cute Carhart cap right here.

In Farm and Fleet I become another woman in my head. The kind of woman who would raise chickens in a coop built with all these damn supplies and tools surrounding me!

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I’m the kind of woman who would raise and feed those chickens to collect farm fresh eggs for farm fresh omelets on any old regular weekday morning.

I am the kind of woman who could butcher one of those chickens to fill our freezer and then take it out to whip up a batch of delicious homemade noodle soup or chicken and dumplings if we happen to have unexpected company.

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In the Farm and Fleet store I am the kind of woman who wears an apron and shoes her own horses.

In the Farm and Fleet my horse becomes something better too. Better groomed. No burs. Never even saw one in his life because he exists in our perfectly weather proof stable. His hair shines like the sun because, well, Show Sheen! In the Farm and Fleet I’m the kind of woman who buys it buy the barrel.

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That and fancy tack. The kind with silver on it. Because, well, at the Farm and Fleet, only the best for my horse with the Fabio hair.

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In the Farm and Fleet store I am redecorator. A barn painter. A farmer with a garden that could feed the neighborhood.

And I can everything. Like meat and beets and corn and carrots. Because at Farm and Fleet you can buy a book that will show you how to do it.

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And when I’m done canning, I will train my dog to herd the cattle into a nice group and load them up into the stock trailer on command. Because there’s a book for that at Farm and Fleet too.

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Then I’ll buy myself a nice pair of leather gloves, because a woman needs a good pair that fits for all the fences I’ll be fixing… for all the weeds I’ll be killing…for all the dirt that needs tilling and the piglets I’ll be raising…  and the mud I’ll be slopping around in this spring…

Because a woman like me, well, she…oh yeah…she needs new rubber boots…

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13 thoughts on “At the Farm and Fleet…

  1. Gorgeous photos. Makes me want to pull on some non-holey boots and go for a long walk down that road, followed by hot chicken soup. I try not to go into Home Depot too often because it makes me pine for a larger garage to store all the woodworking and gardening tools I desire. Someday, I will have a chipper/mulcher. Oh, yes.

    I love the nostril shot. (snort!)

  2. Ok, you got me on this one! A laugh out loud….I can sympathize with you…I am exactly the same way. I Love that store..what a place for dreaming. Can’t escape without buying too much….haha…get home, and the buyers remorse..what hell was I thinking!
    I like the peeps…but haven’t went that far yet.

  3. Yes! Hilarious! I totally get it. For me it’s CAL RANCH or Tractor Supply. I swear I go in for a salt block and come out 2 hours later with dreams of a complete farm.

  4. This brings back memories… Not of dreaming of being the ultimate “Pioneer Spirit” woman who can do it all on the farm, but memories of the Mecca of little western ND farm girls… One step into the Baker farm store, and it felt like you were in a building bigger than your hometown. You eventually found your way to the toy section, turned the corner, and angel choirs sang while you gazed in awe at the pink heaven of the Barbie aisle. Oh, to be that girl again… Or even have one of my own to see her awe. Thanks, Jessie, for the memories!

  5. Yes, I’ve seen/been that woman in the mirrored horse collar hanging on the wall of the Cal Ranch store too. Having been raised on the farm, it’s really hard to walk by the seed rack even if I do live in Las Vegas now.

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