Hoes, everywhere

I did a bit of traveling last week for work and found myself in a Cracker Barrel where much of the decor included old gardening tools.  Hoes, shovels, rakes, grass trimmers, even an old wheelbarrow, were hanging on the walls and suspended from the ceiling.

I took some pictures with my iPhone, most of which didn't turn out because of the lighting, but you can just imagine how surreal exciting it was to find myself in such a place.

My traveling companion acted as though she didn't know me, as I stood in wonder looking at all those gardening tools, taking pictures, and exclaiming over them.

I do like gardening tools.  The older the better, just like gardening books.

No one knows quite where this love of gardening tools came from.  My dad owned just one hoe, one rake, and one shovel, plus an assortment of trowels, but only one trowel at a time.

And here I am with more than one hoe, more than one rake, more than one shovel, and several trowels, all owned at the same time. 

No one quite knows...