I lose hours of gardening time a year searching for my garden tools. Back and forwards to the shed I go for things I’ve forgotten. Scouring the flower beds and the wheelbarrow for my trowel or secateurs takes years off my life. It drives me nuts. I have had my favourite secateurs for about 20 years and always managed to find them eventually when they were mislaid – until now. Now they seem to have gone to their final resting place wherever that is. And I am in mourning. I can’t mention the make, you are not allowed to advertise on a free WordPress blog, but they were red and shiny and came with a lifetime’s guarantee. But that’s no good if you lose them.
I went to the hairdressers recently and sat there with water dripping down my neck whilst Sharon hunted for her comb. She got all her girls hunting for it and all the customers shouting out useful suggestions about where it might be. I had things I needed to do and lots of things I much preferred to be doing, so eventually I said a tad impatiently: ‘Sharon, you are a hairdresser, surely you have more than one comb!‘ Of course she has more than one, but apparently that was her special comb. She couldn’t think of using any other. I can understand this because I have plenty of secateurs, but these were my special ones and the only ones I used.
So I have bought myself some new, special ones for Christmas. They are Japanese and very expensive. I spent ages researching and reading reviews which is fun to do. I chose bypass secateurs which are good for precision work. They have one side with a sharp blade which cuts against the metal surface on the other side.
I also bought some new ratchet secateurs which have an anvil action which means the blades are sharp on both sides which is better for thicker stems. The ratchet action means you can open them wide to cut quite thick stems. I do have some ratchet secateurs but their 6 month holiday in the bowels of the compost heap didn’t improve them. They were never very good anyway.
I also bought 2 new trowels and a new hand fork and a claw-thing. I know this is rather extravagant but apart from my red secateurs, for years I have gardened with tools which are little better than a pointy stick. My grandfather was a cutler who manufactured and even patented horticultural tools. If you have old tools you still use they may well say ‘W.Saynor’ on them and lucky you. I am like the cobbler’s granddaughter who has no shoes. Or with just cheap nasty shoes that she keeps losing.( Actually I do still have the border fork that my grandmother got for her 98th birthday present.) Anyway I am well equipped now so my grandfather would approve. He died before I was born and his factory is long gone but I found this advert for it on eBay.
After buying these shiny new tools, I had to address the problem of possibly, (or most likely) putting them down somewhere and losing them. I think I have found the solution, I hope so anyway. I have bought a garden tote bag with a pocket for everything and plenty of room in the centre for everything else. Apart from my secateurs, trowels, and hand fork, I can carry round string, wire, scissors, seed packets and my lovely hori-hori or Japanese weeding knife. There is room for labels and gardening gloves.
I have bone meal and chicken pellets in two of my little tins. I love old tins almost as much as I love jugs so I have quite a collection. Anyway, from now on I won’t need to go back to the shed whenever I think a plant could do with a bit of dinner.
I have antiseptic wipes in sealed packets and plasters because I am clumsy and I am always injuring myself. The Japanese secateurs are very sharp…
And here is my smart new bag. Now I shall not have to waste hours looking for things because they are all here and wherever I go the bag goes too.
And thanks to my lovely daughter’s Christmas present I shan’t need to stake my floppy perennials with cunningly concealed bamboo canes and risk impaling an eyeball every time I do a bit of weeding.
So 2019 is going to be the year when I am organised and efficient. I can spend all that searching time actually gardening with my shiny new tools. And all my propped up plants will stay propped and not have to be retied after each windy day. A bright new gardening dawn.
I hope 2019 will be a wonderful one for you and your gardens. I hope all your plants will flourish and bloom and all your garden pests go next door. I am looking forward to sharing more of your garden stories in the coming year.
Happy New Year!