Saturday was another busy day full of mowing- when you have three acres of yard spotted with trees, it doesn't usually get done in one day. But I started early and managed to get everything looking clean and I didn't even mow over any trees- big success!
In the spirit of mowing over things that bother me, you may remember the little patch of flower garden near the house that I weed from time to time. It's bordered by phlox and looks beautiful in the spring- all whites and pinks and purples. Here's the thing, how the hell do you weed it? I had so much grass, dandelions and creeping Charlie growing through it that when I pulled out a weed, phlox would come with it. If I didn't weed it, it looked terrible and messy. So as I was mowing yesterday I just mowed off all the phlox. Yes, I know I will regret it next year when there is no pretty border, but perhaps I will find something else to plant there instead. Or perhaps I will just keep mowing over it, who knows?
I weeded the garden and am ticked- those damn rabbits have eaten another green pepper plant down to the stems. I have a raspberry patch about eight feet away and I've read that rabbits love to eat the raspberry branches. I found this out shortly after I had planted them, but three years had come and gone and no sign of rabbits. I'm tempted to mow down the raspberries just to keep the rabbits out of my garden. If Buddy were of any use, he would get rid of them for me, but so far he just runs after them until he gets tired. I doubt he would know what to do with it if he caught it. He probably doesn't even know how to catch anything, anyway.
Art was busy last night and again this morning spreading manure and lime on the hay field. Buddy took the opportunity to go and roll in it, so he's relegated to the basement. Sometimes I feel bad for Buddy; he tries so hard to be a farm dog- running after the tractor, following us when we drive out into the field- but he just doesn't have the constitution for it. He's afraid of loud noises, things that move, and anything that might come at him quickly. Plus he's lazy, so that puts a damper on his activities as well.
Art spreading manure- the dark cloud to the left is poop being scattered
This weekend also appeared as a throwback to 1950's farm life. Art was busy cleaning out the barn and spreading manure on the field, while I was doing laundry and making sure he had supper. One of my clotheslines broke (while full of clothes, no less) so I hung all new lines. Why is this tidbit blog-worthy, you ask? Because my clothesline had three lines, which in the summer isn't quite enough as Art, ever conscious of not being smelly, goes through a lot socks and t-shirts. Well, as I was hanging new lines I discovered that there is a spot for a fourth line! I know! I was excited, too! I told Art and was not as excited as I was, only asking "Do we need a fourth line?" He has no idea.
Last night I had my 11th year high school reunion (we weren't on the ball for a 10 year). Amazingly enough, it wasn't as bad as I had thought it would be. I caught up with several people (especially Maureen!) I hadn't seen in 11 years and it was nice to see them in real life. There were times I found myself asking people what they had been doing for the last 11 years, even though I already knew via Facebook. Although it was a nice evening, it made me feel old- I don't feel as though I've been out of high school for 11 years and I'm afraid I don't act like it sometimes, either. Oh well, at least I'm enjoying myself!
Lastly, I forgot to post this picture:
Last weekend our friends, Pat and Patti, stayed at our place before we all headed up to Waukon, Iowa for my friend's bridal shower (my friend, their daughter). Because we do not allow people to just 'visit' at the farm, we put Pat to work in order to earn his meals (just kidding). He started putting up the steel on the walls of Art's shop and it looks great! There is still a lot more to put on, but it will get there.
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