And It Is Red

My favorite wheelbarrow is the smallest in the neighborhood, and old.

And ever since we moved the Kouza Dogwood to the backyard, far exceeding its load capacity, the wheel housing bent and while still useable, the old red had a gait of its own. I can't tell you the number of spilled loads of precariously balanced clippings sacks, because of unexpected tilts while rolling, but there were enough to be annoying.

However, the last straw for several years now has been the cracks and holes in the front of the bed, so that it no longer held water. I get a lot of volunteers in my gardens and occasionally move and mass the disparate plantings. When I do this, I fill the wheelbarrow with water and just rip those babies out. Bathed in the water, and relocated to a new place in the garden, many survived this rough treatment. But without the water bath, I was losing seedlings.

So I made mention of wanting a new wheelbarrow one phone call to my persistent list maker. Her response was, "well, why isn't that on your Amazon wish list?" It is hard for ordinary folks to please her to the level of her internal gold standard. Nevertheless, she got the message and dragged in my husband to the unfulfilled need.

We found out they don't make wheelbarrows like old red any more - at least we couldn't find them on the internet, so Neil took me to Lowe's last night. There was one very similar (holds one cubic foot more, but I won't fill it to the top) and it has a bodaciously fat, air-filled tire, making it easier to wheel around actually. The best part? It is red. I love it. Thank you for the perfect Mother's Day gift!