Glove Day

The arrival of seed catalogs, the unseasonably warm weather and my desire to get outside while it’s nice led me to our garden. I was greeted by the standard debris that was left behind from fall harvest. Corn stalks, bean vines and several overlooked bean poles are scattered about. The usual procedure is to scurry about cleaning the area just before plowing begins. 

A few hours later, I’d actually worked up a good sweat – in January! I don’t mind at all. My preference is that the weather stay in the 60 degree range until it warms up! I wouldn’t miss snow if I never experienced it again. I gave my work gloves a good workout. A little mud and other garden debris will brush off nicely when dry. Growing up we rarely used work gloves, and when we did, we wore them until they were totally useless and threw them away. 

I guess when you marry into a family you expect some things to be done differently. One of these “things” was the work glove situation. When working around the Dotson household if the gloves became dirty, they were nowhere to be found the next day. There was always a nice clean pair of gloves waiting. 

I never gave this much thought until I walked around the end of the house one day and there were rows and rows of gloves hanging on the clothesline drying. The dirty gloves had been placed aside to be laundered on “glove day.” I guess this is a pretty good idea.

 When growing up, if our gloves were too dirty to be used for a specific chore, we just “borrowed“ someone else’s. No big deal, we all did it. If you stop by our place for very long, you might get in the mood to help with some of the chores. Don’t worry; we’ve got a nice clean pair of gloves waiting for you.