B. cut about 1/3 of the hill yesterday before he had to quit or run out of diesel.
I'm guesstimating that it's about a 25x90 foot field.
But math and I aren't real close friends, so I could be WAY off.
I picked a good hot morning (79 degrees by 9:30 with 82% humidity!) and raked it into rows.
Biscuit helped.
Pretty darn proud
hay (noun): grass grown and dried for fodder. (Or in this case to mulch our fodder, the garden. Close enough.)
The tomatoes are mulched and rain came an hour later.
Guess B. won't be cutting the rest this evening, which is kinda good because I'm pooped.
One thing about backyard farming: being too small for actual equipment, it's all man (uh woman and boy) powered.
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We've been doing hay here too- ours looks a bit different though. But not because we have equipment- like you, it is all sweat equity when you don't have proper equipment.
I am feeling very much like Ruth and Esther these days- gleaning from the leftovers of our field-renters. And for the same purpose as you! (My gardens are CRAZY weedy because I didn't mulch it all yet and the hot and the rains have made everything (weeds too) THRIVE!
Pretty apron, lady! Matching gloves! Handsome helper!
Hope you are doing well!
Love the apron!
Three of us on the block have the same guy hay the fields. Since we don't need the hay, the person who wants it pays the hayer. She gets what she needs without having to pay a lot like she would buying it from someone else and we get a fresh mown pasture. It's a win/win set up. Since she also runs the pooper tanker business, our septic gets pumped as needed without charge. This is the only upside to having to see the pooper tanker trucks out all the windows on the west side of my house. ;) Ain't life in the country grand?
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