A vignette from comments

Yesterday, I mentioned buying an old  mallet  – with a do-it -yourself repair – at a rummage sale. This morning I found a warm, charming  and extremely well-written story in the comment left by Pottermom:

I understand the mallet.  As I was helping clean out the upstairs of the family machine shop before the ranch sold I came upon a hoe.  It was just a short hand hoe, rusty, kind of wobbly with the name Ted carved in the handle.  It had been left and forgotten for years, a remnant from when the ranch was a vegetable farm back in the 1930s.  Ted resides in my garage now and helps me on a regular basis in my garden.  I like Ted.  Old and wobbly, nicked and scarred.  He fits me.

I have read it several times, drawn by the rhythm of the words and the smile those words bring forth.