So - my offering is a three year old's blue welly boot (he is 28 now....)
The story starts 26 years ago when both my sons had little wellie boots for walking in muddy fields or for splashing in puddles and on one particularly soggy walk we trudged around the village through treacle like mud and fields so wet you could hear the water creaking through the soil. We were slogging through a particularly treacherous field where even I was finding my boots being sclutched tight by the claggy mud when I heard a little voice pipe up....
mummy my foot is getting wet....
I turned to see a toddler hopping with one foot up in the air sans welly and the other deep in mud almost to the top!
I looked further back and saw about two - three paces back was the wayward boot held fast by farmyard mud! Urgh....
Any hoo -today's offerings have been picked and plonked into the welly hopefully as a child would have done π₯Ύππ The wellies still have a use - I have them upside in the garden as cane toppers and have done for about 20 years - they have aged better than I have hahaha





Love your display and story, very inventive. I've planted in my hubby's old motorcycle boots.
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