Red Wing's

Rooting through the attic today and I found these boots tucked away in a box. Dad's Red Wing's work boots. They still smell like the farm - a little more subtle to the nose, perhaps. Maybe I just want them to smell like the farm? To carry me back there for a day?

I see bits of hay inside the boots. Mud and muck on the soles. Real deal dairy boots. Now twenty three years living in a box.