Don’t go telling anyone, but I’ve only gone and done it again.: lost the secateurs, that is. I’ve lost count of how many pairs have gone missing on my watch. Usually they tend to resurface, twelve or so months down the track when Im retackling the same garden, generally rusted shut – or open – either way, useless.
I’ve started a new tidy-up project to fill the gap between now and the autumn leaf bonanza; the garden on the South side of the house. It’s a big job and I tend to to set large daily milestones hence my brain having no recollection of the secateurs at clean up time. I was a tad exhausted.
The thing is, no one on the Homestead will be the slightest bit surprised..
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I wrote this at lunchtime, planning to take some photos to jazz up the post a bit but I got waylaid
and then a thought popped into my head: I dumped a whole lot of weeds over the chicken fence yesterday.
Hooray!
Union Homestead 
Nice work on the project…and retrieving the secateurs!
Secateurs are my Achilles heel….I have lost so many of them so it was a little gift to remember the weed bucket I had upended over the back chicken run fence because I was too tired to drag my boots round to the front.
The handles of those secateurs need to be brighter. Perhaps some brightly coloured paint would help – spray paint??. The handles on my pair are bright red.
I’ve had bright red and neon yellow and still end up misplacing them. I fear I am the problem 😊
Yay!! The lost is found.
Yes, this time it had a happy ending 😊