Barefoot in the Grass
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Barefoot in the Grass
As a child I loved going barefoot. It was especially fun when I went to my Grandma Ila's house because she would usually let me run through her yard without my shoes. If she thought it might be too chilly, she would have me call my mom for permission. Before calling, I always knew the answer would be "no". I think my mother was a little more cautious than Grandma. Having moved here from AZ last year, I enjoy soooo much getting up in the morning, walking out to my herb gardens barefoot and feeling the dew between my toes. There is just something about having your toes in the grass that brings you down to earth and makes you realize what a beautiful world it is that we live in. Lately, I have been trying very hard to keep little sockies on my feet as going barefoot all day is hard on the heels!!! Next time you pour a cup of coffee, step out into your yard with your shoes or slippers off and feel the sensation of the morning dew in your toes. I think you will really love it!
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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!!!
3 comments:
Great job Becca!!
Wonderful posts, Becca:)
Hi Becca!
So glad you joined the blogging world. It's a lot of fun and you meet such wonderful gals. Thanks so much for visiting. I'll be back again to visit soon! Have a great weekend!
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