yikes. I have no memory of how this book made it to my bookshelf

[magical thyme]

12. I keep walking into my garage and searching and wondering

where in the hell my loppers went!

I distinctly remember the last time I used them, and putting them away. My elbow was still quite sore, so I was very careful about doing "as little as possible; as much as necessary" to avoid aggravating the injury.

I remember how sore my elbow felt when I was finished, as I carried the loppers back to the garage. I remember wanting to wimp out and plop it down by the door, and being stoic and putting them away on the far side of the garage.

And now my elbow is better, and the sumacs are growing back in force and the honeysuckle is hanging over the path to the barn...and the loppers are nowhere to be found!