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The case of the missing Trake

Trake after Lucy buried it for most of the Summer


We like the Trake garden tool so much we ordered an extra.

I was using the new one back in June and somehow lost it, which was a real bummer and often haunted me when I would walk past the blueberries.

Turns out Lucy must have "borrowed" it when I wasn't looking and then thought it would be better to bury the evidence instead of putting it back in its designated spot. Makes me wonder how many other tools are buried at various places around the garden?



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It's the time of the year for it. Last weekend up on the tallest hill behind the house I found one of the shoes my dog stole off the porch over a year ago. Still usable due to being 100% rubber, if I can remember what I did with its mate. I'd been by that spot at least 5 times in between and not spotted it.
Comment by joeyh.name Mon Dec 3 15:35:34 2012

Hi I just found your blog today googling figs. I will start my cuttings in a few days. There is a really good site called Dan's Fig Forum or something like that. You can google it. He is in Louisiana but has great tips for rooting that will really save you time and aggrivation on failed attempts. Good luck! Jerry

Comment by Jerry Mon Dec 3 17:05:32 2012
I was working in the yard and took off my good pair of leather gloves. I put them behind me and about that time, my sister's dog came up to greet me-she lived across the road. I told her what a good dog she was and petted her and went back to work. When I started gathering up tools to quit, I couldn't find my gloves. I found one about ten feet away, but couldn't find the other one. That evening I walked over to my sister's place for coffee and stumbled over the other one. She had taken it to "her" yard, but luckily hadn't chewed it. It hadn't occurred to me before that that she had stolen the gloves.
Comment by Patti Smith Sun Dec 9 21:56:08 2012