January 15, 2017
Running around barefoot in the clover is a fond memory of childhood. Of course finding a four leaf one was always happening but stepping on a honeybee was always a hazard. Boy did that sting! (no pun intended…lol) I was raised a country girl though. I was tough running across stones without shoes! Now I can’t function outdoors without shoes. Funny how we soften as we grow older. We learn and put on our armor on as we grow. We are no longer free as the wind.
I miss walking in the loose dirt in the strawberry garden. That feeling of the dirt on the bottom of my feet was the feeling of home.