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.
