Ames True Temper Warren Hoe
Spring’s arrival in farm country brings out the big guns: tractors as big as a house roam local fields hauling implements about the size of an airplane hangar. We normal humans find ourselves out in the yard tilling a patch of soil too small for one of those tractors to even enter. Size doesn’t matter in the backyard, because gardening is more than just growing food: it's "dirt therapy." As Canadian author Margaret Atwood says, "In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt."
Gardeners come in two flavors: the ones who spend dark winter nights poring over seed catalogues and the ones who who spend dark winter nights tool department at the local hardware. I'm the second kind: it’s the hardware that “excites” me. The more esoteric, the better; and Warren hoes are sort of esoteric.
