The hazards of walking barefoot in the grass

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When I was kid, I only wore shoes when I was forced to do so. Even after suffering countless stubbed toes from attempting to stop my bicycle with my bare feet and stepping on frogs and toads hidden in the grass (the latter explaining my intense disdain for the slimy beasts to this day), going barefoot was always preferable to the confinement of shoes. And while my child-mind would most likely not be able to express or even comprehend my reasoning, I think it had much to do with feeling directly connected to earth I trod upon. Shoes were a barrier to that connection.

Fast forward to today.

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I rarely go without shoes on my feet. Granted, unless inclement weather forces me to do otherwise, my shoes are almost always sandals or flip flops, but I still feel the need to protect my feet against the many hazards which await the naked foot. I even wear flops in the relative safety of my home, and when my feet are bare, a pair of flops are almost always close by for those times when Buddy Love the daschund needs to make a trip outside.

Except for yesterday.

Yesterday when Buddy starting whining, I realized that I had left my flops in the bedroom. Normally I would have simply gone in there a put them on, but on this day my husband was napping in there after a long flight and I didn’t want to disturb him. Yesterday I braved the back acre of the property with no barrier between my feet and the dangers of a south Texas lawn. Of which there are many:

There are prickly weeds and stickers hiding in the grass.
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Angry fire ants waiting to attack should you disturb their mounds.
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Large piles of fallen acorns which can be surprisingly painful to the arches of your feet.
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Along with the obvious hazards of walking barefoot in the yard of a dog owner.

Yes, I went there. Sorry/you're welcome.

Yes, I went there. Sorry/you’re welcome.

In the five minutes or so it took to walk Buddy Love through the back yard to take care of his business, I could think of little else other than these dangers which might potentially befall my naked feet. Gone was the little girl who thought nothing of stubbed toes and the squishy deaths of amphibians and only of the freedom of running unencumbered through the grass. She had been replaced by a middle-aged woman concerned more about discomfort which might befall her than the simple pleasure of feeling the cool grass beneath her feet.

Some say dogs are acutely sensitive to their human’s state of mind. If that’s true, maybe Buddy took an opportunity to reach out to that little girl long forgotten and simply say,

Stop worrying about what might happen…
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And just enjoy the moment we’re in right now.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off the walk barefoot in the grass.

This time not by necessity…
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but by choice.

“Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.”

~Helen Keller

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7 Responses to “The hazards of walking barefoot in the grass”

  1. Glynn March 8, 2013 at 11:09 am #

    Well, it could have been a cow pasture.

  2. SimplyDarlene March 8, 2013 at 11:24 am #

    It’s a known fact that bare footin’ it leads to rolling.

  3. Bina March 8, 2013 at 11:28 am #

    No joke…I was/am exactly the same way!! As a child in Phoenix, my feet were so toughened that I could push it into the asphalt as it melted in the 100+ degree heat. Now, I get hurt just walk down the driveway to grab my dog, who won’t come back in without encouragement.

  4. jeff jordan March 8, 2013 at 12:43 pm #

    Well, had you been in my backyard yesterday you wouldn’t have had to worry about all those hazards on the ground. They were all covered by 20 inches of snow. I never went barefoot much as a kid and rarely ever now, but I think there’s something pretty cool about the way the world looks so new and fresh through the eyes of children. Too bad we have to get older and mess it all up.

  5. Karen Spears Zacharias March 11, 2013 at 4:17 am #

    Great HK quote. Love it.

  6. jake March 12, 2013 at 9:42 pm #

    I love grass. I love the way it looks, feels and want a yard full of it someday. I used to crawl around on my hands and knees, examining the little world between the blades and clumps. I looked weird doing it. I look weirder when I do it now 😉

    I feel like I never go barefoot anymore either. It’s kind of sad.

  7. floyd March 17, 2013 at 4:55 pm #

    Great post. I too was a “barefooter.” I occasionally will kick off the shoes worn around the house to endeavor the backyard grass… careful not to step on any of Larry and Lola’s land mines… I’m taking my wife to the store… Think I’ll sing along with the radio… Loud… It’ll drive her crazy… So it’ll be like killing two birds with one stone…. Nice job, Kat. A needed reminder…

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