pruning knife

In his hand was a small pruning knife with a hooked blade.

She took out her pruning knife and knelt beside the dead thing.

I dropped the pruning knife, which I'd taken to dig with, stretched my arms out, and stood waiting.

Where the roots were thicker, I hacked through them with the pruning knife.

Upright before her in her right hand she held ritualistically a large pruning knife.

The girl pulled off her thick gardening gloves and dropped them with the pruning knife at the supervisor's feet.

Not that they were likely to give him the things he needed: hedge shears, trowels, pruning knives.

"Justice is best served when it can be enforced," Lorn replies, watching the pruning knife.

The trowel and the pruning knife were visible, but the third item was in a plastic sack.

For a long time the professionals had a preference for a pruning knife over secateurs.

The pruning knife is an apt emblem of the ideology of improvement.

He fashioned a Notion for them, you see; and when they gathered round it, he put the pruning knife into their hands.

The increase of expense beyond income is an indication soliciting the employment of the pruning knife.

The pruning knife was her attribute.

"Here, Erith," his mother said calmly, lifting down one of the pruning knives.

Slow John knelt in the flower bed at the end of the terrace, his pruning knife in his powerful hands.

"We're out of pruning knives, sir," Southwick said ironically.

Arula had a big pruning knife and a sling with a pouch of pebbles.

One evening just after sunset they saw the topmost branches shake in the gloaming and heard the snick of a pruning knife.

The only weapon he had was his blunt-tipped pruning knife, but he'd armed himself from his enemies more often than he could remember.

I stopped some of the foot soldiers, farmers who had sickles and pruning knives, and ordered them to help the outcasts.

"A few handstones, yes; pruning knives no.

The 'Dirty Dozen' There is no shortage of candidates for the budgetary pruning knife.

Now each priest picked up his bag, opened it, and pulled out a large curved knife, like a pruning knife, and a small brass bottle.

Paused for an instant, narrow-eyed at a bull thistle, and prised it from the ground with a vicious stab of my pruning knife.