Making hay while the sun tries to shine.
The grass covering most of our place has been growing generally unhindered my man or beast for the last year and a half. So it got quite long. And recently with all alternating rainy and sunny days it’s got even longer. Like very long! In some places it was up to Bec’s underarms. I’d managed to keep a few paths cut to be able to go visit the fruit trees, but the rest was well overdue for a haircut. (As am I, of course. Like usual)
So today was haircut day. (For the grass, at least. Mine can wait just a bit longer.) It was starting to die down on it’s own, so time was running out to try to get it ready to make some sort of hay this year. Still not perfect timing, as there’s rain forecast in the future, but what can you do. Not that it really worries us this year. We’re just happy to have someone cut it all for us and take it away. Maybe next year we’ll worry more about the end product.
We’re both finding it all a bit weird though, actually being able to see the land again, and the lie of it all. Weird, but bloody good, and about time! Now, if we can just get the actual lawn sorted… Hopefully Monday will see that done.