Digging bar FTW

Why, you may ask, have I even ventured into the backyard? At all? At first, I suppose, I was driven by curiousity, a certain mercantile interest, and the need for a path to the shed to store stuff. I'd some months before made a deal with the landlords that I would manage the front yard in return for a small break in the rent: this freed me to plant tomatoes in the only sunny spot on the property without fear of them getting mowed. It also brought me back to my dear friend the Oakland Tool Lending Library, where I take out a weedwhacker every few weeks, and am constanly reminded of the plethora of fascinating tools I could be doing things with.
( Gardening, tools, and fragrant roses )