It's amazing stuff, grass.
I've spent the weekend cutting it, hiffting bales of it, burning it, getting snagged by it, and, yes, admiring it.
The long barley grass in the paddocks looked great on Sunday morning as the wind moved through it and it looked great on Sunday evening under lengthening shadows after it had been cut.
|Our hill paddocks with burn pile mid left.|
The stubble in the middle sections and the long grass on the fringes where the tractor couldn't reach made for a great contrast.
While waiting for the contractor to come to cut the paddocks, I moved about thirty hay bales from the three bay shed down to Habibi (SWMBO's stables) and then moved a dozen bales that had been resting on dirt and had gone sour down to the burn pile.
There is nothing quite like the feel of hay on legs and arms. Good honest scratches!
In the evening I mowed areas that SWMBO doesn't - the less sexy areas away from the house like the driveway and around the three bay shed. There is nothing like the smell of freshly cut grass.
Yesterday I raked up the burn grass on the burn pile - it was like candy floss. As I bent down to touch an area of the newly cut grass I forgot that the Kelly thistles were also in the mix and a painful sensation shot from my finger to my brain!
That brought my poetic reveries to an end!
Love and peace - Wozza