Dear Garden Pants

You didn’t begin your life here as garden pants. I have worn you so much that you became my garden pants and I enjoy putting you on the the morning anticipating some watering at least, and some planting of new things, or sitting in the dirt without regret and getting in some serious weeding. With pocks that hold my tools, and a few tears already, you just take the harsher life of garden pants, rather than a trip to restaurant pants and keep on going. If I do wear you out for a trip to the market, rather than shame I have a certain sense of pride, partnership and pride that we, together, ‘we are gardeners!’!!