Old shoes, and anything with holes in it; an old cap, worn right way around. Now & then somewhere between that & Johnny’s favorite.
If I have a lot of dirt work to do with the tiller, substitute work boots for the shoes, to keep dirt out; no cuffs.
If I need to chase out stray cows, then I usually am lucky to just have shoes on. No need to be fussy, as no roads or neighbors. Not even Jehovah’s Witnesses come knocking, after their first trip down our driveway.
Harvest is slowing down for everything but the peppers. This is the morning haul.
Normally, this time of year, these guys would be a memory, but the rain this week woke some stuff up. This is one plant on the property that I can't eat. Of course, it's been here longer than I have, and I've been here all of my life.
/johnny