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Wet Grass

September 23, 2011

In the mornings when we go to the car I have this phenomenon to deal with with Karen: She doesn’t like to get her feet wet in her sandals.

I try to park where she won’t have to step in any wet grass. Yet, without fail she’ll find a piece of tall grass and then let me know:

“I hate getting my toes wet.”

You’d think I was parking in the middle of a swamp. On purpose.

On the other hand, I love the wet grass. Barefooted, the cool dew or leftover rain provides a comforting wash. Unlike any other morning experience, wet grass gives a morning “reconnect” to life. After devotions, a shower, padding around getting dressed and ready, making my to do list, and otherwise buzzing around, a few steps in the wet grass are just what I need to regain a sense of balance with life.

One of the coolest things about wet grass is wet pants. I’m not sure why, but I love that feel of the wet hems of my pants legs hanging around my ankles and feet.

As the season changes from summer to autumn and as autumn grows into winter, wet grass reminds me that snow is also right around the corner.

It also reminds me that spring isn’t that far off, either.

That’s it. Wet grass.


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