The hand tools basket

On my way through the outhouse—which is the entrance we usually use to the house—I knocked over my garden hand tools basket that was balanced on top of a bucket (because Toad is, at least in theory, painting the walls so everything is at six and seven). Turned out this was probably a good thing as it made me sort stuff out.

Gunk in the bottom included one of Toadlet's socks (another sock hiding place!) as well as the broken bits of basket and dried grasses that one might expect.

My favourite tool in this pile is probably the little wooden "man tool", so called apparently because in periodically using it to scrape mud off your spade while you are digging you are saving yourself a man's-worth of energy—by not constantly lifting the extra weight, I suppose. It's certainly a consideration when you have claggy soil.