|Anna and her sister Emily, enjoying Bare Feet Weather years ago|
Friends and family that visited us in Vermont when our children were young, often made comment about their bare toes. Weren't we afraid of getting a cut on our feet, or stings by insects, thorns, and briers? My girls would shake their heads and say "no thank you," to shoes. Can you imagine the tragedy of never feeling the prickliness of sticks beneath your feet, the coolness of dew on the grass, the sting of frozen earth and white snow, the bumps and lumps of a dirt road, and the squish of....manure between your toes! Imagine never having to pick the fuzzies out from between your toes, or throw your foot over the edge of the tub to wash away earth's blackness, or feel the warmth of the woodstove driving the sting of cold from your toes, or sit upon your daddy's lap while he pull the splinter from your heel! A shear tragedy!!!
I for one will take off my socks today, in remembrance of all those years with toddlers around the house, and revel in the gifts that meet my feet!