My hand

Funny to look at it. A bit of my mom, a bit of my father. All the signs of a long life with a lot of physical work left on it. I presume the hands of my great grandmother looked different. She was born in the 1870ies. She had staff, never did housework or garden work with her bare hands, wore delicate white gloves till she passed away. If she had any age spots, she didn’t show them.

For me , this was a rather pampering day. A little gentle work out with our personal trainer, a shopping spree at the grocery store, a couple of phone calls and a massage.
Life is good!