So I’ve got this cool garden/farm manicure going.
I never cared too much about my hands looking pretty, although I do like to paint my nails sometimes (color, it’s fun). It is starting to make less and less sense, though, the more time I spend playing in the dirt personally and professionally. In a phenomenon that may be related, I can’t seem to completely wash the dirt off of my hands these days. You can see that on my index finger in the picture below. So don’t scold, because I’m trying. It’s just not coming off.
But it’s alright. For contrast, my palms still seem pink with laziness and disuse.
In other urgent news, the next door neighbor’s cat is getting pretty bold. Here she is on our deck.