The other day, while shopping in the plant section of the Montreal Botanical Garden’s gift store I came upon a long pair of forceps that a staff member must have forgotten, left sitting among the cacti.
In that moment it occurred to me, aha, yes, THIS is just the tool I need to help wrangle those spiny cactus creatures from one pot to another. No more evil, impossible to locate tiny daggers stuck in my fingers. The forceps could also be used to remove fluff and other debris from impossible to reach nooks and crannies in among the spines. I currently use a stiff bristle paintbrush but sometimes that only makes matters worse.
Yesterday afternoon I went to a surgical supply store to pick up boxes of tongue depressors for my forthcoming book launch party. No, we will not be checking your throat for swollen glands or your scalp for lice before allowing entry to the party! Although that does sound like fun.
I use the large tongue depressors as plant tags when I require a vast quantity for an event. They’re cheap at about $.03 each and can go into the compost bin at the end of the season.
While there, I perused the cabinet of surgical steel tools and low and behold, for 10 bucks they had the same type of 10″ forceps I was admiring at the garden shop.
It wasn’t my idea and I’m probably the last known gardener to come around to this, yet scoring the forceps somehow makes me feel like a bit of a genius and slightly more readied for a minor medical emergency.
If you’re looking online, I found this pair for half the price I paid.
A friend gave me a pack of these “I Double Heart Jesus” hair bobbles years back and I’ve been trying to find an excuse to keep them ever since.
I lived the bulk of my life with long hair until I cut it all off around age 30. Chances are good that I’m well over the long hair phase. Say in the future I did fancy long hair again, would I really tie it back with “I Double Heart Jesus” flower-shaped hair bobbles? While pushing 40? And not attending raves or under the influence of any drugs whatsoever?
Never say never, I suppose.
I’m on a Get Rid of it All bender lately, which is oddly corresponding with a Must Preserve Everything bender. So basically I’m casting things aside and hoarding simultaneously. There’s a paradox. When I’m not spending my free time canning, I’m digging through drawers and closets searching for items to purge.
And then I came upon the “I Double Heart Jesus” hair bobbles. Stay or go? They can stay, but only with the provision that they serve a purpose.
And that is when it occurred to me that a hair bobble would make a simple to add and remove tie (just pop it on and off) for my growing tomatoes.
Some would be horrified. Some would say I am cluttering my garden with junk (too many pieces of flare!) and should stick to tasteful ties such as carefully knotted lengths of jute or quietly camouflaged pieces of green wire. I like those too, but right now, I’m enjoying the giggle I get whenever I spot an “I Double Heart Jesus” flower-shaped hair bobble while watering or tending to my plants.
One can’t always practice good taste. It can get a bit dull.