Up North, Down South

My Feet in Real Grass!

yes, those are my toes. Having lived in Florida for the past 15 years, I have gotten very used to our thick blades of squishy St. Augustine grass. But, having grown up in New England, memories of running barefoot from my childhood do not include that thick spongy carpet of grass, they include thin blades of soft fuzzy grass that we grew from seed every spring, and did not roll out in squares like carpet!

I am in Savanna, GA this weekend, taking in some jazz, touring some old victorian homes, and running my toes over the real grass.