A Man and His Hoe
I have a confession to make....I don't like to work in the garden. Oh sure, I like to plan it, order funky garden accessories, plant things in straw bales, and give my opinion, but it is really Secret Agent Man who carries out the plans.
He creates fantastic compost piles,
hoes the weeds, and does the dirty work.
Except this year, his favorite hoe is missing. The one with the splintered handle, the dull/dented blade, and the coat of rust that only time could bestow.
I bought him a new one that even has a spongy handle. He told me it wouldn't do.
I am praying that the old hoe turns up.
I hate to think I will have to use the new one.