I'm still playing along with Bella's 52Photos project. I'm behind (so what's new), but I'm paying attention.
This week's prompt was "Found on the Ground". I thought about this so much. I see so little interesting ground these days. Parking lots or grass. I haven't found much...apart from the odd things I expect to see...discarded toddler underwear anyone?
But the more I thought about it, the more I connected with the idea that in my world, right now, what is most often found on - or in - the ground are these. My hands. This is how they look most weekends. And sometimes during the week.
I don't like wearing gloves. I can't feel the earth. And I don't care how dirty my hands get. It is almost a mark of accomlishment at the end of the day.
And it helps remind me exactly why my boys spend all day outside playing in the mud. Because it feels good.
