Hello, Benjamin from Brother’s Campfire here!
But no, I have used it for the last 16 years, digging gardens, holes, foundations, ponds, and moving rock. It is pretty old.
In other news, I took my Beloved out today for coffee at Starbucks. She tried the new Grande Brown Sugar Oat Milk Iced Espresso, and I had a Grande Americano. As we are hardy folk, we had a blast and drank outside.
We drove on over to some place called Ross and did some window shopping and engaged in horseplay.
We also went to some place called Old Navy, But there was not much to photograph. Sorry Old Navy, that was boring to me. They kept eyeballing us so we did it back.
We went off to Home Depot for some dark sunglasses for smithing and a iron pipe for a word I cannot pronounce. The glasses made me feel like some sort of superhero.
There are all kinds of boutiques there, but be aware, they are all closed on Mondays. We checked a good number of them out.
We were hungry, and we have been dieting and indulged in gorgeous greasiness at the Skirted Heifer.
After eating, we went a few other places, engaging in additional wanton acts of window shopping.
I had a great time. Returning to the car, we could see why the parking was free. You run some level of risk.
Returning home, I tried on my work glasses, feeling like a superhero.
Well, back to the shovel. Using my railroad rail anvil, I straightened the dents with a hammer and brushed off the debris on my old shovel with 60 grit sandpaper.
With a little elbow grease, I progressed through the grits to 220 and smoothed the rough edges on the handle as well. After some wood stain, and some polyurethane, the shovel looked better than the 10 dollar Ames special I bought when we started out so many years ago. It is fresh, ready for spring gardening and complete with the memory of all the projects I have completed with it. I wouldn’t replace that shovel for the world; we have been too many places together.