It's that time of year again, the field has become thick with dandelions, tough couch grass and deep rooting cow parsley. If they are not to overrun the berries and currants I must reignite my seasonal love affair with the Massey and its topper attachment. 'Our survey says' second most photographed entity on this blog is likely to be my red reaper.
I have a friend who used to be the librarian at the Scottish Agricultural college and she told me that one quiet afternoon she found a group of students staring lasciviously at one of the computer screens. She expected to have to deliver a lecture about viewing 'adult' material on University property only to discover as she drew closer that the images being leered at were those of large farm machinery. These days I get where they were coming from, though my ardour is directed towards a small engined compact tractor, which would probably be regarded as the equivalent of nursing half a shandy through an entire night out with the rugby club.
Look on his works, ye mighty, and despair!
Before
Once I've mown down the lanes in between the rows, I come back again with the light infantry, strimmer or scythe, to reckon with the weeds that have grown too close to the mulch mat for me to get with the topper. Bits of juicy dandelion and cow parsley stem spit in my eye as the strimmer rages.
The secret farmer - silhouette of a strimmer man in the shepel window.
The extraordinarily hot and dry weather has meant that the grass et al has not been too prolific in my absence but this also means that what I want to grow needs watering which is a laborious hose pipe process as I don't have a fancy irrigation system in place. Strangely, given how freely they grow in the wild, the elder cuttings seem to be the first to perish in dry spells.
The sword and the harp
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