As I toil in the soil
My client makes a gracious offer
With a place to refresh
I try to decline
But my client won’t take no for an answer
Looking down at myself
I have to wonder
Does my client see what I see?
As bits and pieces drop with each forward step
The “Pigpen Effect” of leaving a trail of my work behind
Inside a closed door
One tries to one’s best not touch anything
With grungy hands
And even some life unseen
To rub and to scrub
Afraid to touch the fancy soaps
That nicely line the counter
When done, as best one can
I look over at the clean pretty towels
That hang from The rack
Given the choice
I know better
I wipe my hands on my pants
Take my leave
And thank my client
The End
antilandscaper 
LOL Great story, one I think almost all of us can relate to, in some way. 🙂
OMG – so true but so funny. Thank you for the smile because those that don’t toil in the soil on a regular basis don’t get that we need an outside hose, soap, and some paper towel (to recycle of course). 🙂
I love working in my mom’s garden when I get home to visit, dirty hands are happy hands..:-))
I think Your Hands Create Beauty and Deserved the Clean Towel Service a lot more than any other pair of relatively clean hands.
I saw those same hands somewhere today. Hard working earth child.