My favourite tool is my hoe. After 30 years of loyal service it needed a new handle, which I’d loosely put on just before heading off for the weekend.
The bright new handle showed up how poorly I’d treated the hoe head and I vowed to give it a good sand and oil before it went back out on duty.
I left it leaning aginst a chair on the verandah, to remind myself to do so.
In those two days the Chilean Jasmine sent up a tendril between the boards, found the hoe and claimed it, looping around the handle and heading for the sky.
You’d swear it had an intelligence to do so: as always, I think of John Wyndham’s triffids.