If the Gloves Fit

The husband must have been weeding because I certainly did not leave those gloves there. We talk every year about doing a real garden, either of the flower or vegetable variety, and each year we never do. We tried a vegetable garden when we moved into our house 31 years ago, but the deer got more of its contents than we did. The husband weeds occasionally each spring, summer, and fall, more, I think, as a mindless activity than anything else. We all need such things to distract us.