Anyway we have finally hit spring here in England and feeling as though I needed to do something that enabled me to think about my departed family I opted to do a bit of spring sorting.
Her electrical gardening bits that had dubious plugs on. Mum, like me could never wire a plug properly. The view is, if it works then fab!, the strange things in her tool box – a few needles and buttons. Why when she has a whole 5 boxes of sewing and patchwork stuff. Reasoning known only to Mum. Such vagueness and randomness that she has passed along to me and I know my Grandfather was the same. I am in good company and proud to be to.
The best bit was this assortment of tools. Most of these were my Grandfather’s including the box of tacks – still full and rusty and the little tube of something – no idea what that is. Will add that to my to do list to see if I can find out what it is. Whilst the tools have no use really, they are now happily installed in our toolboxes.
Last week I came across the gardening tools that belonged to my Grandfather – a hoe, a rake that had been made with bent nails at the top. I just love the thinking and a link to the past.