One of my surprises of joy is having my mother in love spend a few days with us. I am always a better person for the time spent. Her presence is a present as a friend used to say. I know some women don't have such a relationship of love, honesty and sincere appreciate, but I do. It's something we've grown into though and I treasure it greatly.
As I was putzing around the house doing a bit of this and that, she asked if there was somethingshe could do for me. When your husband's vision is to work and grow a self-sustaining urban farm there's always something someone can do.
Didn't take long to say YES.
I'd been organizing my seeds and what was left were the herbs and flowers, so my dear mother in love took to the task.
As I sat across from her at my little vintage table I found at a sweet place in Prescott, I observed her hands. I thought to myself, "They are beautiful hands." I told her so, to which she replied, "No, they are 80 year old hands." I said, "They are beautiful." I then proceeded to ask her permission to take some pictures of her, her beautiful hands and then asked if I could write about them and blog it with the pictures. She smiled and said, "Yes."
You know there is something to be said about a woman's hands (man's too). Today, I'll simply let these photo's speak.