I have yet to find an adequate rake in Italy. Thank God, I've not had to spend lots of bank-unstable Euros with this adventure. Yet, ought it be so difficult to manufacture & stock in any local ferramenta... or, hardware store... a rake that functions? You know, the leaves go & gather with each stroke of the rake AND NOT remain where they were before!!!
My latest purchase... said tool is elegantly propped against the wall of the Upstairs Apartment... the rake part was sold separately from the long handle part. I had to take a saw to the rod-of-wood when I got home. It works... mildly. 30% goes along and the rest stays put... damn-it. I need better.
My latest purchase... said tool is elegantly propped against the wall of the Upstairs Apartment... the rake part was sold separately from the long handle part. I had to take a saw to the rod-of-wood when I got home. It works... mildly. 30% goes along and the rest stays put... damn-it. I need better.
The previous acquisitions were deplorably worse. First, plastic does not a good rake make. Lo' the Chinese adore the material, raping the Middle East right after us thirsty-for-oil Americans for every ounce of petroleum to stamp-out an unlimited number of plastic rakes at Euro 7.30. A waste of money. The darn plastic is too stiff to rake. I can still hear the leaves laughing with glee. But then, neither have I grabbed a metal Italian rake from the rack with the proper length AND tension to the tines. I had to look up that term up on the frigging Internet!!!
By the way... I am sitting here typing with one hand and in the other holding a piece of potato bread slathered with a creamy white cheese, called Crescenza, and a tuna-fish & white beans in a light savory tomatoe sauce. May I say? It is a Divine. What a fine way to pizzicare... or, nibble... with a very dry pro-secco. Sorry. It was too much not to share.
Since I cannot find a decent rake, I have concluded that the Italians NEVER rake. I have made a recent study of this. And, lo' & behold, I have discovered that there is never an oak, elm, willow, much less a larch!!! planted within the confines of a house, apartment house, other residential establishments. It occurred to me that there are ONLY furs, spruces, cedars & such. You know, those non-leafy flora, which do not drop there non-leafy needles about the time we are sitting down to a Thanksgiving dinner. Well, Hell!!! That explains why there ain't a rake worth its Euro on sale in this country. Yet, in my case, some previous tenant/owner cleverly thought of planting a persimmon tree and two willows in what is now the confines of My Garden!!! It's Fall-out every November. I need a good rake. Gads.
By the way... I am sitting here typing with one hand and in the other holding a piece of potato bread slathered with a creamy white cheese, called Crescenza, and a tuna-fish & white beans in a light savory tomatoe sauce. May I say? It is a Divine. What a fine way to pizzicare... or, nibble... with a very dry pro-secco. Sorry. It was too much not to share.
Since I cannot find a decent rake, I have concluded that the Italians NEVER rake. I have made a recent study of this. And, lo' & behold, I have discovered that there is never an oak, elm, willow, much less a larch!!! planted within the confines of a house, apartment house, other residential establishments. It occurred to me that there are ONLY furs, spruces, cedars & such. You know, those non-leafy flora, which do not drop there non-leafy needles about the time we are sitting down to a Thanksgiving dinner. Well, Hell!!! That explains why there ain't a rake worth its Euro on sale in this country. Yet, in my case, some previous tenant/owner cleverly thought of planting a persimmon tree and two willows in what is now the confines of My Garden!!! It's Fall-out every November. I need a good rake. Gads.
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