“…getting to mow all about you”. While the diesel engine rattling along our grassy hills was hardly the Sound of Music it was nice to be able to knock down the grass and continue building our pasture without having to borrow or rent.
Since L had gone down a day before me to take delivery she also took it upon herself to break it in and begin mowing.
…and in 5 foot swaths it took 16 hours to do. Why mow at this great expense? Until we have animals on the pasture doing the job we want to maintain the pasture. Leaving 6 inches of grass in place ensures we don’t have much root shear and actually encourages grass and forb growth that evolved with massive herds munching them seasonally. It discourages plants like thistles and bear grass which really can’t manage getting hacked repeatedly. Cutting long grass puts down a decent amount of organic matter too, so it helps rebuild soil that has been depleted by years of haying.
It rained while we were mowing putting our fancy sun shade – rain shade to the test. It kept us surprisingly dry.
I also scythed several truck loads of canary grass to mulch our garden beds. We may be the only people in the world who see that tough invasive grass as a resource.
With all the mowing and scything, and pitching and spreading we were pretty tuckered out by the end. On the trip home we blearily discussed timing and order of our digging projects.
New tools mean more work.