I did wash my hands before I went to work. I had a shower. I washed my hands again. I got out the nail brush and heavy duty soap and scrubbed my hands. And still they looked like this.
Because we spent the morning doing this:
Cutting back metre high grass by hand. It's too long for the plougher or lawn mower and we don't have a whipper snipper so K and I got stuck in with the hand scythes. Rather fun actually. K is a machine! He is so fast and powerful on the scythe. Like a machine he is rather indiscriminate though so for the sake of the sweet potato runners and the ground cover cucumbers I did all the edges.
And what do you know? I found the pumpkins. Oops. Planted these and promptly forgot about them. Tough little critters they didn't give in to the big bad weeds and we even have a few pumpkins on there- how a bee fought it's way through the jungle to pollinate a flower I'll never know!
And waste not want not: the same neighbour who has been making comments about our weed patch every time he strolls around nonchalantly with his motorised spraypack backpack full of nasty chemical weed killer- I call him the annihilator- will take all the grass cuttings to lay on his commercial tomato crop to stop them getting sunburnt. Couldn't do that with the chemically obliterated stuff now could you?
Off to try baking soda on my hands....