Country Come to Town

Yesterday my mom threw this old tool box (tackle box?) on the pile for trash! I, of course, just couldn't let it go. Never mind that I can't remember if my 10 years are up on my tetanus shot. Forget that I have no use for it. I just couldn't let her throw it away. They just don't make junk like they used to. So in honor of my new old tool tackle box, I thought my cowboy boots would be perfect for today's post. I am, after all, a country girl at heart - no... not the two steppin boot scootin type - but the type that caught tadpoles in a ditch growing up, roamed the marsh near her house, remembers a town full of dirt roads, and remembers where ponds used to be before the subdivisons took over. Guess in a sense we all might be a little country.