There is no joy
weeding with gloves on.
I need to get my hands into the dirt
feel it’s cool moisture,
the scent of green on my skin.
No gardener
worth a seed
would care more
for clean fingernails.
©1993 Sharron R. McMillan
Dirty Fingernails
This entry was posted in Living Simply, Simplicity and tagged bc, Beauty, garden, happy place, inspiration, Life, nature, photograph, poem, spring, thoughts. Bookmark the permalink.
