As helpful as those stories can be, they don't really touch on the overall pain, angst and terror involved in successful gardening. The material, or Geiger-counter reading, doesn't matter. The ones I do manage to hang onto never work. This almost perfect balancing act remains a continual gardening mystery. Nothing gets lost like a hose nozzle.
Nothing stays lost like a hose nozzle.
We have purchased them in fire-engine red, screaming yellow, passionate purple and bulletproof blue. The problem is pruning plants is a prime time to think about other worldly matters, delve into personal philosophy, mull over the solitary pursuit of excellence. A gardener gets into deep thinking, tosses the pruners on the ground while picking up debris and the pruners run off for a secret, very unhealthy rendezvous with a hose nozzle. Right there in the delphiniums. I, for one, don't want to go clanking about the garden with 350 pounds of stuff attached to my person.