I have friends and co-workers who are into the glamorous nails thing. Even many of my middle school girls are now sporting the artisan versions that are glued on, and more than once I’ve been asked if I have any “super glue” to fix a wayward piece. (School nurses get asked for all sorts of random things…)
As nice as they look, I’ve never been good at fingernail etiquette—the paint chips, it looks terrible, and I’m too lazy to fix it! So I’m resigned to be content with what I have. By contrast, one sure way you can tell I’m happy is if I have dirt under my fingernails. A little gross maybe, but true. It means I’m outside in my garden making a mess, or as Bob calls it, “tearing up the pea-patch.”
I’ve done plenty of tearing up, but have yet to grow any peas.
What I have grown, with limited success, ranges from begonias to zinnias, (I could say from A to Z, but the astilbe died…) However, here in the land of Herefords and harvestores, it’s also a noteworthy Continue reading “Glam-nails vs. Garden-nails”