"Follow me," I said.
Thirty years ago I bought a scythe at a shop specializing in old tools. For many years it has been hanging in an elm tree. The blade was rusted, the wooden handle pale and dry.
"It's yours," I said. Chris beamed and loaded it in his car.
Today he came back with the scythe, cleaned of rust, sharpened and oiled.
Off he went to the pasture.
What a pleasure it is to unite an object with a person who will care for it and use it! This is my new hobby.
2 comments:
Haha! That's wonderful! You know, I once tried to use that darn thing... but without cleaning it up. Obviously, I didn't manage to get much done that day.
While I was reading your post, I broke into the song, "If I had a hammer, I'd hammer in the morning...All over this land!"
Chris is still as good-looking as when he was younger!
I can see why you bought that scythe and now gave it to Chris. It's a beauty.
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