It is finally time. These gloves must go. They've done a fine job of protecting my hands from baling twine, shovel handles, rakes, and such.
Not anymore though. Holes in the fingers are not conducive to thistle pulling. At all.
Now that's what I'm talking about! Supple cowskin, with a suede palm for added grip and protection. Now let's see who wins, you thistles! No more, "Ow, ow, OW!"
Gratuitous sky shot.
Thanks for the comments/e-mails/worry on the absence here. Mom and I are just fine. The past week has been bizarre, and rather surreal, but that's really all I can say. I promise to tell you all about it when I can. How's that for a teaser?