Goodbye Wellies

You have served me well in all these years. We have walked many miles up and down through the garden together, I have taken you on walks through the woods while the pair of you kept my feet dry.

You made sure I kept the right height while I trimmed the boxwood hedges at the same height of your shafts and didn't even complain when I accidentaly trimmed you, too.

I've abused you thoroughly and you never flinched but kept on going.

Now, the time has come to say goodbye. A pair of wellies is ready for the welly-afterlife once my feet are as wet inside as they would have been outside.

Thanks, wellies.