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...