Drove out to Troy Gardens one rainy afternoon and immediately regretted my choice of shoes. Leather sandals were more like light weights of mud strapped to my feet. So I took them off and started laughing at myself, along with the volunteers who had spent most of the day planting potatoes. In rubber boots.
I was happy to have a reason to stomp around barefoot in the mud-- even if I did get strange looks from the editorial interns:
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10 years ago
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