Farming is Done
Farming doesn’t slow down when the temps are cool. When Dennis and I arise for each new day, we each have our own routines before we meet up to see what the day will hold.
Dennis came in from the patio porch at 9:30 . . . no “Good morning.” What I heard was “How energetic do you feel today?” That was all I needed to know. Good thing I had my walking shoes on, though I knew a walk was not in my future for this Friday. Two five gallon pails and sand shovels in the back of the pickup . . . we were off to get black dirt from the city lot just east of us that has a huge pile for residents that need a bit. A few low spots within the yard are in need of being filled . . . after the acre has been manicured. My push mower was checked for oil and it was gassed up complete with the bag attachment. Dang, it takes one pull and Dennis has it started. The plan for the two of us is that when the bag is full, and in need of being emptied, I head to the east where Dennis is mowing. I empty the bag . . . Dennis mows over it, shreds it as it scatters . . . and starts the mower for me to continue on. We have the plan nailed down.
Dennis got the Cub-Lo-Boy out of the back garage for his choice of a mowing toy. It is amazing what a huge swat the Cub-Lo-Boy can take in comparison to the Sear’s rider. When I finished the area around the house and sought out the trimmer I was surprised that there was no more trimming than when the Sear’s mower had been used. Over the expanse of the acre there is a fair amount to trim. Dennis stays away a good amount of area around the trees. It’s easier to trim around the trees than taking care of the bark when it has been cut through. We do have two batteries for the trimmer. I ground the last out of the first battery by trimming the edge of the concrete drive. I didn’t get it all but next week I will take another wack at the growth of grass that sneaks over the concrete. Dennis was right behind me with the leaf blower and we deemed that this had been a good day. Right on track was the brisk wind from the north. The temps at 47 degrees with a north wind, it did prompt us to keep right at it.
The last bit of yard work was getting the lawn art bridge a spot for the season. The bridge does look sharp with the two coats of cedar stain. It may last another ten years. It is solid and it also helps that we take it in every winter.
No scrapping of the garage siding today. We have had a full day and will call it complete after we rustle up some supper, get showered up and don the P.J.s.