Skip to content

DIRT

May 11, 2012

The cashier at our village grocery store was staring at my hands while I fumbled for my wallet at the till. It wasn’t until later in the day, back at the farm while unloading the groceries that I noticed what she must have been staring at. My hands looked…well worn. Dirt was clearly visible in the nail beds, under my nails and in creases in my skin around my knuckles. Creases I didn’t think I had. She would not have known that I was in the midst of a tree planting frenzy, and not just lazy. What would my mother say?! I should have recommended this movie to the cashier…

Advertisements

From → Archive

Leave a Comment

We'd love to hear from you:

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s