Okay, not really beans, but beans-to-be.
I do NOT like to get my hands dirty. I never have. I'll put on a pair of gloves in a heartbeat and keep wipes in my car and purse to keep my hands clean. I'm not quite a germaphobe, just don't like to get my hands dirty. Weird, but that's me. I also don't like to stick my hand in a bag of chips or a box of crackers - you get the idea. Fast forward to today.
We have a raised bed garden and it's close to time to add more dirt and to do some planting. The other day, Richard and I discussed it and we're not going to plant this year because I'll be in a sling for a good long time and won't be doing the work, and it's really my thing, not his. I also have pots that go on my deck railing and decided to go ahead and plant bush green beans in those. They're up where we can reach them and simple bushes.
Today, I got all the pots filled with dirt and forgot to put on gloves. Okay, I didn't die putting dirt in the pots. I needed to poke holes in the dirt to drop the seeds in and I'll be damned if I didn't poke my naked finger right in that dirt. LOL
Doesn't sound like much, but my hands were filthy and I ended up laughing at my silliness.
Did quitting smoking make me dirt brave? 
Donna
Day 84
