This reminded me, when I was a kid one of the best days of the year came sometime in June when my mother would announce that it was now warm enough to go barefooted.
All summer long, as soon as possible and as late as possible. I still spend my summers barefoot ... :)
Lovely. It probably starts early...some babies shriek with horror when grass touches their bare feet for the first time, and others shriek with delight.
I cannot recall many times when I wore shoes as a child. I remember the summers mostly and they were always in bare feet.
Dear Teresa, deep down there is within you a wellspring of beauty. Peace.
Dee, what as wonderful thing to say ... I so hope that is true ... perhaps paying attention is all that's required ... Thank you so much.
This is so full of life!
It came out of my childhood, but also a specific childhood memory that has remained with me for a whole lot of years... :) Thanks, Bill.
Reminds me of the days when you were free to run with the wind and to venture out...
I live in the country, so I still do, every chance I get... :)
That photograph reminds me of Maxfield Parrish, and leads me on to my favorite place in Sedona. Happy thoughts and lovely images! Would Mark think this song is about him ? :)
Maxfield Parrish and Sedona ... nice combo ... :)I want to think our memories are the same, but I doubt that's ever true of two people ...
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