Oh, wondrous weeder string, thy purpose true, In gardens fair, where tangled grasses grew. With gentle hand, thou dost thy duty bear, A craftsman's tool, to cleave the weeds laid bare. Thou art a slender thread of might, In battle ’gainst the wild, thou dost ignite A fervent hope within the gardener's heart, To tend the earth and play a vital part. Thou shalt not yield to stubborn roots’ demand, With deft precision, guide thy skilled hand. In thy embrace, the folly of neglect Doth meet a fate that none can resurrect. Oft have I wielded thee 'neath sun's embrace, A steadfast ally in this verdant place. Though thorns may scratch and soil may cling, Thou art the boon that makes the garden sing. So here's my praise, as summer fades to fall, To thee, dear weeder string, I raise the call: May every gardener sing thy worth unfeigned, For in thy use, the sweetest blooms are gained.

Great and durable

Extra string, it was recommended by the consultant. He was up front and let me know what would work best.

Pricing very good...was easy to find...a variety to choose from.