"Uh...HOE. Mr. HOE."How old are you Mr. Hoe?
"Older than the hills. I belonged to Prince Charming's Grandmother and if I remember correctly, her mother. Maybe even her mother..... or was it her dad?"
"I've seen a lot of gardens in my day."
"Hey kid. I'm too old to swing. GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!"
Meet Mr. Pitchfork.
Mr. Pitchfork. Same age as Mr. Hoe.
Old. Old. Old. 1800's old. Well, early 1900's for sure.
I've seen Carol cast a roving eye at this hoe.She covets it. I know.
BUT. Not as much as this one. This is the one Sophia hides when Aunt Carol comes over.
Doesn't it look majestic? Born before the time of electricity, now at home in a garden with power lines overhead. It knows it's got a job to do, same job as the past 100 years (or so).It will continue forever more, happily ever after.
At the Zoo....Where it belongs....
Wait a minute...all of our gardening implements seem to be quite old. Is that right? Is that fair?
Yes, after careful reflection, it is befitting of a garden to feel the caress over and over of one with maturity and knowledge, with memories of numerous other gardens embedded in it's metal and wood. Guided by experience, it caresses the earth.
So....we will end this post here... a tribute to the elders of the gardening implements.
