The
first mowing of the year is always the hardest on our farm. The
stump locations are long forgotten, and this year our chipping
experiment left
branches strewn around in unlikely spots. Adding to the mess,
Lucy's firewood fetish results in hunks of wood hidden here and there
in the high grass where she dragged them, chewed for a while, then
wandered off to do doggie things. Basically, there's a lot of
picking up to be done before we can safely run the mower over our
"lawn."
Luckily, the grass comes
into production at different times on different parts of the
farm. The north side of the garden always starts growing first
since it gets the best winter sun, and I've mowed that area twice
already. In contrast, the south side of the yard is shaded by the
hill and only started growing a week or two again. I'd been
ignoring that area, but by Monday morning the weeds were clearly
getting out of control, so Mark and I tag-teamed it --- I picked up
debris while he pushed the mower. Our farm suddenly looks almost
manicured!