Up until this past weekend, we hadn’t really cut the grass at the farm yet this year.
Yes, we are those neighbours.
A few weeks ago, Matt ran around the house a few times with our push mower until it ran out of gas, but that was it.
Things were starting to look a bit unkempt.
And then last week, Wiley arrived.
Sunday, we fired him up and got busy.
Matt and I have done a couple of walk-abouts recently picking up wood and sticks and rocks so that Wiley doesn’t hit anything and damage his blades. We still kept his mower really high, and I did all of the edging with our old push mower so that Wiley didn’t have to get too close to anything that might hurt him.
I’ve learned that the term “lawn” doesn’t really apply on such a large property. Grass cutting is more of a question of “Where do I stop?”
Wiley is a good little worker. He cut grass, moved stumps and logs and even gave me a ride in the bucket.
Of course, his driver pretended he was going to tip me out of the bucket, but that wasn’t Wiley’s fault.
Once Wiley was done his work, Matt and his Dad went to work with their matching weed whackers and continued the battle to beat back the invading horde. There’s a manifest destiny thing going on in the fields, and the hay is definitely looking to expand its territory.
The property looks a little more groomed, and I feel like we’re making headway in tidying up the outdoors. Well done, Wiley and Matt.
This weekend it’s my turn to drive. Wiley better get ready.
What’s your mode of mowing? Anyone out there muscling along with a reel mower? Or are you a weed-whacking wizard?