In the kitchen, I’m not a gadget person. I don’t own a garlic press, a juice squeezer, an air fryer, or an Instapot. After all, I was raised by a woman who thought a butter knife was a perfect double for a screwdriver. She never tended a garden either.
In this case, the apple falls somewhat away from the tree. In the kitchen, I’m my Mother. In the garden, however, I want all kinds of gadgets. Only we call them tools.
A couple days ago I purchase a 24” lithium battery operated hedge trimmer, the better to prune my shrubs and small trees. I’ve been studying the three manuals that came with the product and am pleased with my selection.
Earlier this summer, I asked for and got a shovel to commemorate my eightieth birthday. A shovel is a great tool for many projects, and mine is inscribed with “Digging it for eighty years.”
I have two snippers. Maybe they’re not called that, because when I tried to check this I was referred to snipers, compliments of AI. Grrrr! Maybe they’re clippers, but I didn’t research this.
I have trowels, rakes, loppers, hoes, garden gloves, and one broom. Two dustpans. And a ton of product for warding off beetles, encouraging roses, and fertilizing annuals. Now that the growing season is winding down, you might ask if my gardening tools aren’t as important than my kitchen tools because they are seasonal while kitchen tools are not.
I think that’s part of the attraction.
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