Went to pick my peppers this afternoon... which I not suppose to do since I'm just getting over surgery... and BAM..... I got stung by a wasp.... one of those big black and red ones. Now I can't ask for sympathy because Ronnie got stung last week and I laughed..Pay back is heck.
But the worst part was taking pictures for this blog.... I mean really, don't you think those hands look like something out of a horror shop... Dang I feel old.
The mums was a gift from my friend Irene. They made things better but not much.
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Those hands are hands that have seen time, experience, life, love, hardships, and pleasures. Those have tell a wonderful story... your story.
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