I had some time this evening to putter in the garden. The job of the season is getting rid of some very large and overgrown weeds. Some I am able to pull out by hand. Others require the aid of my trusty old spade, similar to the one above but many years older. I still love and trust and use it every year. I'm grateful for my spade. Ocassionally I would come across a bunch of weeds so thick and tough and tall that instead of my spade, I grabbed the long-handled pruning shears. These shears are not quite as old as the spade, but still well loved and well used as we do have several trees and a number of shrubs on the property. They also work well on tall, tough, overgrown patches of weeds that I don't feel ready to dig out. I'm grateful for my prunning shears.
I do have several other gardening tools that I use and appreciate, mainly rakes and hoes and small hand trowels, and pruners but my spade and my prunning shears are probably my faves.