I love gardening barefoot. I have to feel the earth under my feet when I sow seeds, water, weed and harvest. There is something there, something from childhood days of being barefoot and free making mud pies and flower perfume by soaking petals in water containers and keeping a carousel of snails in grass bedded buckets that keeps me from wearing shoes in the garden.
I want to be one with the earth, the animals, the spirit of the plants that live in the backyard.
I am remembering nature and who I am by touching the earth from under my feet.