Barefoot in the Grass
Monday, August 11, 2008
Barefoot in the Grass
Since I was a child, I have hated shoes. My Grandma Ila May was my best friend back then. I could go to her house and kick my shoes off and run out in her big backyard barefoot and she did not care. I think she understood. She was a very strong woman who always had on nylons with shoes. But, somehow, I think she wanted to run barefoot with me....My mother, on the other hand, was probably a bit more "sensible" with me and thought it best that I always wear shoes. Gosh, as a mother myself, I always let my children run barefoot probably because that was my favorite thing to do. To this day and my ripe old age of 59, it is hard to put shoes on. Especially at home, I am barefoot and love to grab a cup of coffee, open the door and go outside early in the morning when the grass is still damp from the morning dew and run my toes through it. I check out my herbs, my flowers, my bird feeders and enjoy the moment, hoping it will never end. But then that little alarm clock in my head goes off and I know it is time to go inside and prepare for the "work day".
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Laundry floating in the breeze.
Another fascination of mine has always been hanging laundry outside on the "clothes line". This, too, came from my Grandma Ila and my Grandma Bessie. Don't you just love their names? Back in "the days", dryers were only for the wealthy. My Grandma's were not wealthy, comfortable, but not wealthy. I think that during the years, hanging their laundry on the line was not an essential tradition, but a familiar one that they loved. To this day, I ALWAYS have a clothesline, no matter where I live. I get up early, check the weather, and if it is a clear day with sunshine, I will do an early load and hang it up before I go to work. When I get home and they are dry, I love to fold them and "sniff" the cool fresh summer breeze on my fabrics. Towels sometimes get very "hard" on the clothesline, but, I still love hanging them out there. Sheets and pillow cases are the best ever! When you climb in bed that night, you just smell the freshness and it helps you relax and fall asleep. SWEET DREAMS!!!
As a child, I was always hanging my dolly's clothes, building a tent with blankets and clothespins and having sleepovers in my backyard. We always "hoped" we would not get scared and could spend the night out there. Often times, the bright sun shining on our blankets would wake us up and we would be hot, but satisfied that we had "made it through the night" outside in our "tent. The tent would often stay up until my daddy had to mow the lawn or my mommy needed the clothesline. Our brown bag lunches would be eaten in their and our dollies took their naps in there. What a great memory of mine!!!
As a child, I was always hanging my dolly's clothes, building a tent with blankets and clothespins and having sleepovers in my backyard. We always "hoped" we would not get scared and could spend the night out there. Often times, the bright sun shining on our blankets would wake us up and we would be hot, but satisfied that we had "made it through the night" outside in our "tent. The tent would often stay up until my daddy had to mow the lawn or my mommy needed the clothesline. Our brown bag lunches would be eaten in their and our dollies took their naps in there. What a great memory of mine!!!
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