Wednesday July 11th 2012 Tim
Some well mannered Gardeners use a
trowel to dabble around in a sometimes useful manner. A polite
instrument, that's good enough to undo a gentler soil. An
ergonomic handle for the weak wrist. And that shine from regular use
that sometimes offers a glint from the sun which grants temporary
blindness to those of us who wear a hat and gloves when moving beyond
Other Gardeners prefer a less polite instrument. It has the wooden handle,
that gives it an artisan flair. It has that sort of long blade that
cries out to red bandana, shirtless-ness and rampage through villages.
And it has a very sharp point that could neatly slice a carotid artery
should ever the need arise, and which quite recently pierced a carefully
buried hose pipe.