Lawn Mowing 2 – Attack of the lawn
It is a period of reasonably good weather.
After the Welsh rain persisting it down called a halt to the mowing on the previous day, a band of rebel gardeners take the bold step of having another crack at mowing some more of the lawn, which is still quite wet. Will they prevail or will the herculean task undertaken in great heat prove too much for our heroes?
Okay. So this is day two of the mowing of the lawn. Yesterday, rain called off play. Today the plan is this.
Rather than trying to attack the lawn again, because it’s absolutely sodden out there, what we’re going to do is we’re going to rake up the mess that I made yesterday so that we can then mow this piece again when it’s dried out.
If we can bring it down to a reasonable level in chunks then we can maintain those lowered pieces of lawn and it’ll all be be lovely and happy and marvellous and splendid, but obviously first things first, we’ve got to rake up the mess I made yesterday.
Jo: Are you having fun?
Well I’m working up a sweat I can tell you that.
It would be ideal if we could turn it into hay, but it’s pretty…. scrappy old stuff, and it’s not very long either.
And now having filled a barrow, time to empty the damn thing again.
Somebody has very kindly left us a trench in the garden when they dug a drainage trench through to somewhere else so I’m filling it in very slowly….. with grass.
I figure that what’s going to happen is, this is gonna rot down.
In a few hundred years time when archaeologists come along and dig things up, they’re going to be very excited to find, sort of, “Ooo there’s vegetable matter here.
It’s probably a midden.” Because that’s what they always say, those sorts of things.
And er…. They’re going to be really disappointed when it turns out it’s grass cuttings.
The little things in life
It’s long this grass. Still.
Tell you what.
First injury of the day.
I’ve taken the skin off.
I’ll struggle on.
Jo: Shall we have a drink?
Ian: yeah I was just gonna suggest that.
We are going to take a break now because it’s blooming hot and Jo is going to hand me a drink because she’s lovely.
My plan is this.
Week by week we’re going to mow more of the lawn.
We’re going to bring an area of it down now to a manageable length and then next week, when we come to mow it again, that bit will be dead easy and we can do it with a box on the back of the mower. And it should all be lovely and the world will be a fantastic place, and then we chip away at another little chunk of the long stuff.
We keep doing that until the entire lawn is nice and short.
This is my plan.
Do you like the plan?
Do I like the plan?
Ooo I don’t know I don’t, I think plans are a bad idea
If you make a plan you always break it.
That’s true. Cheers.