The Trowel Velocity Trial

I wedged a flat river stone under the handle of a small hand trowel on the potting bench, giving the concave steel blade a steep downward angle. The polished metal looked far too much like an Olympic bobsled chute to ignore. I scrambled up the wooden handle, sat down at the crest, and pushed off. The descent was practically frictionless—a swift, silent sweep that launched me straight into a saucer of dry potting soil with a soft puff of peat. Brushing a light dusting of dirt from my knees, I have concluded that while entirely unscientific, that was easily the best ride in the garden. #Legomoc #Teamblock