Jennifer's Reflections...
I love to roam around outside barefoot, or anywhere inside or out for that matter. I love my feet to be free!! As a kid in the summer I used to roam the yard barefoot picking tomatoes and raspberries, climb the t-gym, run up the rope ladder to the tree house my dad built, climb the Japanese maple's long spider web branches and run up and down the block with friends. This evening when I arrived in Rochester that crisp non-humid warm summer air hit me and sent me back to childhood. I still do so love wandering the yard barefoot to let the long silky yet sharp blades of grass catch between my toes while collecting the wares for dinner from the garden.
I am “home” in the house that has had the longest run amongst all my homes, being in my life for nearly 30 years. These are good times, visiting with family and my new, and first, niece Sierra. Also letting the sun kiss my skin and reveling in the summer weather that is the first I’ve had in 10 months.
I love to roam around outside barefoot, or anywhere inside or out for that matter. I love my feet to be free!! As a kid in the summer I used to roam the yard barefoot picking tomatoes and raspberries, climb the t-gym, run up the rope ladder to the tree house my dad built, climb the Japanese maple's long spider web branches and run up and down the block with friends. This evening when I arrived in Rochester that crisp non-humid warm summer air hit me and sent me back to childhood. I still do so love wandering the yard barefoot to let the long silky yet sharp blades of grass catch between my toes while collecting the wares for dinner from the garden.
I am “home” in the house that has had the longest run amongst all my homes, being in my life for nearly 30 years. These are good times, visiting with family and my new, and first, niece Sierra. Also letting the sun kiss my skin and reveling in the summer weather that is the first I’ve had in 10 months.
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