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Some of you may not remember the photo of my antique "garden sickle" that I picked up last year in Amish country, though I've mentioned it a time or two in recent posts. I took some sandpaper to the blade yesterday and cleaned it up a mite. After wiping the blade with some tissue to get rid of most of the rust powder remaining (what I didn't get on the front of my skivvies, while working over the trash can at my desk). Then, I wiped down the both the handle and blade with another tissue on which I'd put a few drops of boiled linseed oil. WD-40 might have been better for the blade, but the missus would have gone on the warpath at the least scent of it in the house.
It measures 16.5" from the end of the handle to the back corner of the blade and has an 8.5" blade from toe to heel. With my cane in my left hand, it's comfortable for me to use as I bend over a little with some weight on the cane. That gives me three "feet" on the ground, which is always good. I swear, it's handier than a pocket on a shirt! Maybe I like it so well because it's so light; I don't know, but anything big enough to tax its potential probably needs a scythe anyway. Copyright 2018