Something New

I accomplished something today.  I've never done this before, not once in all my more than seven decades on this planet. I never imagined such a thing would occur,  let alone could occur. 

After a trip to the local Ace  Hardware for sealant and to Michael's for clay pots, after another recess spent organizing water brigades running laps with plastic watering cans between a working hose bib and Grandma's Garden, after collecting and tossing those Dollar Store watering cans which could not bear the burden,  I sat quietly under the umbrella and began to create ollas. 

The sealant is equal parts water proofing epoxy.  The dispenser is a clever gadget mixing the two.  The lid edges of the three inch pots are wide enough to drag it along.  

The situation becomes more complicated when the pots are pressed together. Goo extrudes. This is not a bad thing; I use my fingers to turn the olla and smear the extra in and around the seams. 

The last time I did this I was on my paved patio at home.  I used a table covered with a plastic tablecloth (I so love the Dollar Store).

Today, my workspace was a bench in the garden. This bench is where seeds are dispensed,  where holes are poked in soil filled Solo cups, where spills are common. 

And so it came to pass that, after using many of the school nurse's alcohol prep wipes, several attempts in the shower and at the sink, with a stiff nail brush and a loofah, I am now in a position to type that which I have never typed before:

 I have epoxy-ed soil onto my hands.