
I’ve been thinking about my favorite garden tools; you know, the ones you reach for each time you head to the yard. Also, the ones you feel a little panic if you can’t find them as you flash an accusatory eye towards family members who might not appreciate how important the proper tool for the job is.
My shed is full of tools, but like clothes in a closet, there are just a few that are just right. I probably have 5 trowels but there’s one I reach for every time. This year I’m especially fond of my weeding tools as I have made a determined promise to not use anything other than a hand tool to remove weeds, grasses and other undesirables.
I love my old pruners too. They were the first rather expensive tool I purchase after taking a Master Gardener course 17 years ago. I constantly reach for them to trim back a rose, deadheading, and nipping at the Japanese Maples. All I’ve ever done for them is add a drop of light oil
My old wheelbarrow has logged many miles delivering soils, composts and wood chips to various locations in my yard. It originally belonged to my parents until they moved to a new place with almost no yard. I happily brought it home. It’s dinged up, rusty and occasionally suffers a flat tire but I still have a fondness for it.
This spring I found a tool I’ve had for years but had lost and forgotten about. It’s a compost pick. It’s quite simple, yet clever. As I shove it downward on my compost heap the pointy ends cut right through. As I pull it back out, the pointy ends flare out, bringing the under layers of the compost pile up to the surface. I can stab and pull about 20 times and completely churn up the heap.

This year one of my absolute favorite tools is my camera. I’m taking lots of pictures; marking progress of plants, documenting weather and reminding myself what I need and want to accomplish. A camera has proved so helpful in helping me keep track of everything. Digital cameras record the date the photo was taken so it’s easier than ever to keep order among my pictures.
In the olden days of film I still took pictures but there was always
confusion after getting the photos back from the store. Storing photographs is so easy these days; just make a folder on the computer and everything is in order. I even take pictures of other peoples yards, gardens, and outdoor structures. You never know where an idea will come from.
As I make plans to tidy my shed and pare down the extras, I now know which tools I’ll be keeping. Ridding the tool shed of all the extras, I’ll be able to quickly find what I need and get right back out in the garden. The right tool for each job, nothing more.