I would always prick my fingers and hands when pulling weeds. My wife found some gardening gloves on Amazon and it’s like wearing a suit of armor, but soft. Not even rose thorns can stab me anymore.
I love those freakin gloves!
When I was in my 30s, I would laugh at rose thorn pricks, wipe the blood on my shirt, and finish whipping the landscaping’s arse. Now, I need prick-free gloves and safety goggles to protect my dainty hands and beautiful eyes.
Late 40s is the new 80. :mad: