After looking at my treatment of hands in Praise With Strings, I decided that some hand practice is needed. Having recently enjoyed a visit with my Mom, I photographed her hands and painted them. They show hard work, and even the hint of denim in the blue is very appropriate for her. Here is a poem in her honor:

These hands

held me, loved me, taught me, guided me

worked in the kitchen, worked in the hayfield

sewed and baked, washed and ironed

gardened and canned, worked cattle on horseback

mowed the yard, square danced

played trombone, and volleyball

served in church, taught 4-Hers

Today these hands

play card games, and hold great grandchildren

These are my mother’s hands, and they are beautiful!

Proverbs 31:31 Honor her for all that her hands have done, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.