Grass!

 

We have a big lawn which I have always stubbornly insisted on mowing with a self propelled walk behind gas mower, insisted that is, until my husband decided I needed a lawn tractor and went out and bought one. I resisted his decision for years, an inclination which probably describes my personality, saying the exercise was good for me... all that walking. Well, this year the nearly every day rain has made our lawn a lush ever-growing green monster. Between rains I rush out, jump on my lawn tractor and cut it down to a walkable length. Almost before I'm done it begins to grow, greedily enjoying its rain water power shake and gathering energy from the sun.

Now that I'm riding, not walking, I also cut an area we call the bowl, which my husband used to do with his big brush mower, and a section near the barn where we feed the sheep grain in autumn and spring. The lawn looks beautiful, like a golf course, and this year we have kept the sheep off of it so there's no gooey surprises when you don't watch where you're walking. The excessive growth has caused one problem though. Because I have no bagger on my mower to catch the clippings it sort of looks, for a while, like a hay field with windrows needing to be baled! New growth quickly catches up though, buries the clippings and no doubt makes it even more lush in the end. But, being me, I couldn't control myself from raking it a couple of times, taking cart after cart-full and dumping them over the bank by the lake. So I did get my exercise after all.

This year we're both wondering why we created so many tight spots where the big mower can't go. I have to mow the berry garden with the walk-behind - so many turns and tight corners - no way the ride-em mower could get in there. And there's under the swing, around the well, etc., etc. The rampant summer growth, also affecting the gardens and the  gobs of veggies being produced, has kept us busy, busy, busy. We could weed whack every day!  Richard has a gas powered whacker and does the big stuff, controls the thistles and stinging nettle on the beaver dam and in hard to reach places in the barnyard, and cuts the grass on the rocks that edge the house. I have a battery powered whacker and do around flowers, berry bushes and fruit trees, in-between and around spots where the walk-behind mower can't go. 

Whew! It's time. The evenings are getting darker and cooler, the rain drops colder. One clear night the dew and rain residue will crisp up and turn to frost. Hopefully by then all the sensitive veggies will be canned, frozen, eaten, or ripening in the house. Root crops will be in the bins before we know it, and we'll be more concerned with putting wood in the fire and shoveling snow.