My mornings go something like this: roll out of bed, brush my teeth, say hello to my hubby, head outside to water the pots, get eaten alive by mosquitoes. Repeat.
I've taken to wearing long pajama bottoms to protect me from the mosquitoes and I wondered how I must appear to neighbors who occasionally catch a glimpse as they walk by on the trail...Camera in hand, clad in pjs and barefoot stalking a photo op.
Then I got to wondering how many of you garden (light gardening, of course) in pjs and barefoot. The grass feels so good under foot. Especially this year. The grass is still green (not that you can tell from the black and white photo; sorry, please indulge me as I play). Not that fried, crispy, dead grass of last summer.
Then being the cautious type that I am, I started wondering about the risk of gardening in pjs and barefoot. If you're a regular reader you might remember these two posts from last year. The coral snake encounter and rattle snake encounter should and do have me more aware of where I put my hands and feet.
Today I quickly scanned an article that touched on the practice of earthing. It said: "Also “earthing,” which is when you touch your bare skin to the earth, which balances the electromagnetism in the body because you receive free electrons from the earth. Walking barefoot on the beach is a great way to do this, or yoga in the park without a mat." Or barefoot through the garden.
Now I'm not so sure about the principle of balanced electromagnetism but I do know that a girl has to put her toes to the earth every now and then to feel the cool, soft comfort of green grass. Just be mindful of where you step.