During college, my roommate and I would joke about a barefoot revolution. It’s not that we didn’t appreciate cute shoes. Or that we wanted to start any foot-borne public health epidemics. We just preferred to be barefooted. The moment I’m home (or in the car) I kick off my shoes. The summer makes this really simple because of sandals. Now that we have our own garden, this barefoot revolution is getting to be tricky. I really hate stopping to put shoes on before I enter the garden. But the manure and other composty goodness in our soil is so squishy. And mixed with our clay-like soil it becomes an impenetrable sludge that is even difficult for my hose to spray off. So, I confess, that I have begun wearing sandals in the garden. It is really difficult to remember this. Seriously hard.
Here are some pictures featuring our homegrown produce. Today we even enjoyed fresh rainbow chard with our baked potatoes.
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