Barefoot Days

One of my favorite vacations as a kid was spent almost entirely in a creek in Kentucky. My family had traveled there to visit some relations on my Dad's side and though I'm sure we did a bit more than play in a creek, that's chiefly what I remember doing.

I've many other memories of creek playing, sloshing along, water up to my shins, turning over rocks to reveal crawl-dads and other slimy creatures, trying--usually unsuccessfully--not to fall off of slippery rocks and land on my backside.

My Man has many similar childhood memories. Our children, however, and for no really good reason at all, don't have much creek-walkin' logged as yet in their lives. Recently though, Molly experienced her first creek and has been talking about going back ever since...

In the morning, very early,

              That's the time I love to go

Barefoot where the fern grows curly

                          And grass is cool between each toe,

On a summer morning - O

On a summer morning

~from Barefoot Days~

by Rachel Field