Dirt Beneath My Nails.

Some spiders ate my pretty house plants.  Their dried, fruitless remains became a household staple this last month.  Funny how often we shift our glance to avoid the ugly.  Too easy, I guess.  My little boy picked out two new plants, yesterday.  In the stillness of tonight's dark, I found myself tearing out the ugly to make way for something beautiful.  I type with dirt beneath my nails and a full heart.  Turns out, facing the ugly and moving towards beautiful is all kinds of special.

Day 2 of 31 of the #write31days challenge.