I looked for my favorite garden clippers for days. That is the tool that I always pick up when going into the garden. A weed digger or loppers are meant for specific things, whereas clippers are useful every day. The unloved clipper worked in a pinch, but it didn’t open easily and did not fit my hand as well. Every day I looked for the one with green handles, knowing I was the only person who had used it. It should have been visible on a stone or with my gloves. I was resigned to the loss, wondering if maybe I had tossed it on the burn pile along with small branches.

Finally, when struggling to get the lead detached from Kacey’s harness, I spotted the prized tool. If I hadn’t had dirty gloves on, I would have smacked myself on the head. You dunce!! You said you’d remember where you put them. I can’t trust you to keep track of anything! I do remember I was struggling with too many things, and this seemed like a logical place to leave them for a short while. That short while was agonizingly long!

I’ll show you how it looked when I spotted it.

If I had looked at the grill from the side, I would have seen it quickly. It was at Kacey’s eye level. Just the day before I had cleaned the yellow pollen off the top of the grill. My hands could have touched the handles several times, but they remained invisible to me.