My Grandma Clemence had awesome hands. When I think about how they looked, it brings a smile to my face and a calm thought to my mind.
Her hands weren't especially beautiful, but to me they were perfect. Tanned from too much sun, a bit of dirt under her fingernails, a scar from an unattended injury... but soft enough to lightly brush a touch of love across my cheek.
I don't think her hands were ever idle.
One of her favorite things to do (besides fishing) was playing Yahtzee. A favorite photo of her was taken across the Yahtzee table from me. With her elbows resting on the table, her hands are folded up near her chin. I love this photo.
As I cook, garden, type, sew, or touch the faces of my grandchildren, I like to think one day they might look back and think about my hands the same as I do about Grandma's hands.
Recently, as I sewed a dress for my granddaughter, I decided to take a picture for her....of my hand at the machine.
I hope it brings a smile to her face and a calm thought to her mind.
