Where would we all be without our pruners? We get the answer to that seemingly innocuous question when we lose them, and it ain't pretty. We struggle to keep our nature-lovers' serenity but we feel adrift in the garden without our main tool.
I'd been existing in this lost state for months until recently my Felco #2 (on the left) turned up on my front-porch chair, returned by a neighbor who'd found it. Thank you! While it was lost I'd cheaped out and bought a Corona (right) which is at least another bypass type, the kind I love, and this one supposedly cuts through even thicker branches. Well, fugedaboutit. The hand grips didn't feel right and the locking mechanism caught when I didn't want it to. I'd already promised myself to stay loyal to my first and best love in pruners - Felco - when the cheap substitute fell apart after its fifth outing. Guess I didn't save any money after all.
But here's another confession. That gray-looking stuff on the Felco's red handles is cement. Oh yeah, I've been using it with wet cement on my hands, a clear case of tool abuse. And after it'd served me loyally all those years.
I had to get that off my chest.