In the long ago, before every store started hanging signs warning, "No shirt, no shoes, no service," I thought of shoes as optional. I spent every summer running around barefoot. The soles of my feet must have been tough as nails, not to mention wide.
That's my older sister, Chris, and me, trying to get a new perspective on life. I never did master handstands, not much better luck with cartwheels.
One Sunday, when I was about four, maybe five, I hopped into the back seat of the car all ready to go to church. Half way there I realized I'd forgotten to put on my shoes. I momentarily thought about whether or not it was necessary to tell. I didn't think Jesus would mind, but the minister might, possibly my parents and siblings. So I fessed up, everybody groaned, I was accused once again of being the cow's tail while Dad turned the car around and back we went to get some shoes on my feet. We made it to church just in time.
Once again, I've been spending a lot of time sans shoes. Pretty much every morning and every evening I walk around my yard barefoot. Sometimes, I stop to do some weeding in the perennial gardens or walk over to the cabin. I love the soft coolness of the grass beneath my feet. It seems to ground me ...
This afternoon, I decided to drive to town and get an iced coffee at the new cafe/coffee shop. I got halfway to the car before I realized I didn't have any shoes on.
Some things never change.
Here I am, all spiffed up. Shoes and all.
All spiffed up and cute as a bug. Applause for the family member that did such a good job of catching the joy of childhood. The top image would be a great cover shot for a printed book of your family memories and old photos. The back cover can be a photo of your feet today, deep in the grass of your new life. Thanks for the barefoot memories, they evoked some of my own.ReplyDelete
Shoes are overrated. What a beautiful place to run barefoot now!ReplyDelete
I love bare feet.ReplyDelete
What a lovely story. That wonderful childhood. It means so much to have good memories from childhood.
I used to go barefoot all the time, then I got plantar fasciitis. I don't dare go barefoot any more, but I do miss it. You're living in a paradise there so green and relaxing looking.ReplyDelete
Sweet. You have a way of transporting me back in time. Although I didn't run around barefoot because of stickers in the grass, I certainly would've loved it. The first and last photos are just too cute! And the photo of your garden is divine!ReplyDelete
Your yard is so pretty. Walking barefoot seems the natural thing to do. (Jack Matthews, Sage to Meadow)ReplyDelete
Chris, Nancy, Linda, Grethe, Linda S., Gail and Jack: A Big Thank You, to each of you, for sharing my childhood memory with me and for understanding the joy of barefootin'.ReplyDelete
That's a beautiful photo of your yard. (Jack Matthews, Sage to Meadow)ReplyDelete
Walking back from the garage one day, I walked under a fruit tree and there it was, that scene. It's fun to see new perspectives, even small ones such as this.ReplyDelete