[Free America52]

My gardening ‘boots’ are typically the old running shoes that I have just worn out. So the cycle goes wear my running shoes out, move those to garden shoes, buy new running shoes ... wash, rinse and repeat.

$450 gardening boots my arse ...

[KC Burke]

I'm a guy and when guys garden we have to be able to stomp big shovels into the ground. We can't do that with namby-pamby “sneakers”, crocs that we wouldn't have felt manly wearing when we were 13 or any sort of clogs. We need work boots — mud be damned.

We like to “turn over” the earth. Our dads turned over the earth in big shovel fulls — although we don't really know why.

And we don't pull weeds — we KILL acreage of pest plants with chemicals that are made in the old agent orange vats at the Thompson-Hayward plant.

We don't plant vegetables in a home garden. The wife can do that or go to the damn store. We aren't going to sit and watch the neighbors’ dogs pee on our hard work.

However, no matter what the damn Supreme Court says, Tomatoes aren't vegetables, they are fruit, so men can plant them as growing fruit is the only relation we have with that word and its homonyms. Men don't plant flowers either, we put in annual BEDS and perennial beds and vistas.

In the mans’ gardening dictionary when you look up “rain” it says, “See ‘Weekend’” and when you turn there it says, “See “Rain’”.

I have one word in closing: ROTO-TILLER.

[heartwood]

My gardening boots: my mother’s 40 y.o. hiking boots, or for mud, a $20 pair of rubber boots.

But then nobody ever thought me in my garden was a photo op...