As we all know, one may judge the skill of the artisan by the condition of his tools, and the care he/she takes with them.

It is an unfortunate fact that the favorite tools do occasionally reach the end of their useful service to the arts we practice; but that need not mean that they must be discarded without respect and honor.

As the surviving three-tined spade fork has no practical use in turning the soil, perhaps it deserves to be enshrined in your garden where you can be reminded of the honorable service rendered during its short life.

I would suggest that you stick it ..d.e.l.e.t.e.d.. in the ground, and plant a climbing rose or some other appropriately symbolic living thing at its base, so that it may become a continual reminder of the sad abuse it suffered.

Ruffles and flourishes should be sounded at the planting, and each spring at the first bloom, of course.

John