I have my mom’s hands. She loves to garden. I love to garden. She’s much better at it than I am. She and my dad have a beautiful home on the lake where she spends much of her time outdoors, and if not out in the yard, she is sewing or quilting. I love her.
Off went my fake nails. I’d rather garden in bare hands thank you. I can’t believe I still get those nails. I don’t like them, but they do look very nice and my husband likes the french nail look. Oh well.
These hands have been in dirt, poo poo and dishwater today. They sure are getting old. Fifty two in a half years old, they are. I have old looking hands – I get that from my father’s side. But I’m proud of them – they allow me to do a lot of things…like my mom – gardening is stress-free to us. We both love colorful flowers and planting them makes us happy.
I love my front yard. We live on the corner of a busy small downtown street. When I’m outside working, nearby walkers comment on how our yard looks so pretty. I’m very grateful. My husband or Benito keeps the grass mowed. I love the sound of a mower and the smell of fresh cut grass, don’t you?
These garden hands of mine wants to do so much more, but the ole back won’t let them. I can only bend up and down so much in one day. I hate that. I hurt my back about 10 years ago and it just seems to get worse each year. Brody wears me out too!
Thank God for my husband. He helps with Brody and cooks all of our meals. Man, I’m lucky. Cooking is not my favorite thing to do…I’d rather be gardening ~~~
I’m still waiting for my beautiful yellow Lantanas to pop up. You know, they aren’t considered a perennial, but in Texas they are, and they will come back up. But waiting for them to do so is the pits. I so want to plant something in their place, but I must have patience. They will flourish my flower bed in about a month or so, maybe longer. I don’t think I will do this again, I’ll want something different in my flower beds next year.
Oh, these garden hands, how tired they are tonight. But…what would I do without them?