These hands of a gardener show their real age. There are no lovely long painted nails, and perfect skin. Cut scraped and ragged, these are the hands of a gardener. Out in all weather, they have gardened in the raging sun, and the freezing winter temperatures. They are hands that have mixed soil, filled pots, and planted seeds. Lifted endless watering cans, and watered hundreds of accumulated acres of plants. These hands of a gardener have nurtured tiny seedlings, and hauled Christmas trees in the rain. These hands of a gardener have pushed wheelbarrows, chopped weeds, and dug soil. They have sprinkled unlimited amounts of seed to create masses of summer color. They have picked up tools, and pruned branches, deadheaded flowers, until they ached all night. They are showing their real age, and it is only the beginning. Because these are the hands of a gardener.