I mowed the lawns yesterday.
That may not be earth shattering news to some but it really was an achievement, up there with climbing Everest or walking to the North Pole.
You see, the last time I cut the grass was around last August or maybe even September, but I would tend to put my money on July. As a results the place was not so much a lawn as a fully grown hay field. I wouldn’t mind if it filled with natural wild plants but the only non-grass was a crop of raspberry canes [I don’t know where they came from], a few tree saplings and a moxy load of dandelions. And of course loads of attempts by brambles to create new bushes. On top of all that, because it’s long grass it’s also very wet.
My biggest concern was getting the old tractor going. It has been sitting idly in the garage gathering dust and cobwebs over winter. But to my amazement, it started first time. That new battery was apparently a good investment.
Having driven onto the first lawn I discovered the problem with wet grass. In the old days that would have been enough to stop the job altogether as the side chute would have gummed up immediately. Fortunately the side of the mower has rusted enough and there are enough holes in the frame that gumming up is less of a problem. It just flings the cuttings any old where. But the engine still had problems even at full throttle.
The method I used was the half-cut. Instead of running the mower parallel to the last cut I just ran over the bit I had previously cut and pared a bit off the adjacent long grass. So I went round and round [and round and around] cutting a little more each time.
All the dandelions, raspberries, oak and birch saplings not to mention very long grass are toast. The field is now just covered in silage and looking a thousand times better..
On a side note, why does “toast” mean gone?
And if “half cut” means half pissed, does “cut” mean completely langered? I’ve never heard of anyone coming out of a pub described as “cut”.
Anyways, whatever about today, yesterday was really a Good Thursday.