The rains have come early this year, heavy deluges which hit the roofs with a force that sounds like the rattle of a machine-gun. The water soon turns the dirt into mud; a soft, squelchy feeling that reminds me when I was a child and it tickled between my toes. It’s not unlike squishing play-doh between your fingers or sinking your fingers into a container of beans, lentils or buttons.
Touching is all part of a child’s learning, whether it is a baby exploring the texture of soft, weathered or smooth wood, stroking a piece of comforting felt cloth, their mother’s cashmere sweater, or the silky edge to a cot blanket. It’s fun and instructive to introduce older children to feel the down of a newly-hatched chick, the plump pad on the bottoms of a kitten’s feet, cat’s tongues, moth’s wings, rabbit fur, dogs’ silky ears and the velvet of a horse’s nose.
On a cold wet day, after a hot, silky oil bath, I love wrapping myself in warm towels, sliding my feet into down-filled slippers, and then falling into fresh, soft bed-linen straight from the dryer.
And on a hot day I adore the feel of the sun on my back, standing at the shoreline while the tide pulls the warm sand out from under my feet, walking over a warm pavement or grass in bare feet with an invigorating cool breeze on my face.
I love that squidgy, squeaky feel of fresh powder snow, wet leaves or crunchy pine needles beneath my boots, crisp money in my hand and kneading bread dough. I like the texture of marshmallows on my tongue, stroking fresh nail-polish and silky hair in a pony-tail.
Then there’s flower petals, and puppy tummies, wet clay, crisp paper pages in a new book.
Best of all there’s baby fuzz, holding a tiny hand in mine and the right person’s lips.
Tell me your favourite touches….
Have a great day!