Back in the spring, I stopped in at our tractor dealership. I love our tractor, Wiley. I particularly love his attachments–mower deck, front-end loader, snowblower–and covet more–backhoe, auger, rotary cutter.
On this particular day, I was particularly coveting the rotary cutter.
A rotary cutter is a heavy-duty mower, sometimes called a bush hog. It can go through thick brush. It can hit rocks and stumps without breaking. It can even take down small trees.
In our constant campaign to beautify/tame/maintain the farm, clearing brush is an ongoing undertaking.
The thing about anything to do with the tractor is it isn’t cheap. So when I came home and told Matt I’d gotten a quote on a rotary cutter, I wasn’t sure what his reaction would be.
His exact words were, “You’ve been talking about this since we moved here, woman. Just buy it.”
Alrighty then. One rotary cutter coming our way.
It took us a while to get the rotary cutter running. Eventually, our tractor guy came out for a farm call to walk us through it (five years in and we’re still country newbies). But last weekend we got cutting.
And Matt loved it as much as I did.
Matt did the septic bed. He wanted to cut the little trees so that their roots don’t get into the drainage area. It’s hard to see, but at the top of this slope behind all of those weeds is the house.
It took Matt very little time to get his confidence. While I avoided trees that were more than a couple of inches in diameter, Matt had no hesitation about mowing them down.
The puppy liked all of the new smells that we uncovered.
We also uncovered a few rocks and stumps, but the cutter powered through.
Matt soon had the septic bed nice and clear. (The house is behind me in this shot.)
After Matt had his turn, I took mine in the meadow. This is what happens when I ask my husband to take my picture. I end up with puppy butt.
He did manage to resist Baxter’s charms long enough to get a few action shots.
At the end of the day, there was plenty of space for the puppy to run.
And a nice clear view from the pond up to the house. Well, clear except for the pines, but there’s no way we’re taking those down.