I took my slippers off as I stepped through the garden, looking to see which buds had survived the storm. Only one bright daffodil was blooming. There is something welcoming and rejuvenating about the kiss of the cold earth against the soles of my bare feet, even in April... even as snow slows the rush of the creek and snowdrifts tarry in the shadowed, low-lying areas of the yard.
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet
and the wind longs to play with your hair.
photos by Aisling, April 9, 2007