wave it over this poor little plant and it would magically be re- potted and happy,
wave it in the air and make the wheelbarrows full of yard waste roll themselves to the compost bin then neatly put themselves away,
and, with one big swoop of the wand, it would cut my grass, finish weeding and mulching the perennial beds, put the hoses away, plant the rest of my warm season veg in my gardens, and then....
pour me a beer.
It's fun to escape reality every now and then and just dream.
Uh oh, dreamus interruptus.... the work phone just rang.
Gotta get back at it.