u s e y o u r h a n d s

She felt the nail break as she swept her hand over the ground to collect the creeping charlie growing on top of the mulch. The nail, on her ring finger, held on, caked in dirt, broken half-way down. So many of her nails had broken this afternoon. Just that morning, she had held up her hands, fingers splayed, and thought about how pretty and even her nails were.

She pulled the creeping charlie out by its tough root. The weed was a tough customer, but she was tougher indeed. And with each more break, each more wince, she grew stronger and her garden grew lovelier.