Earlier this spring, I found the Iron Horse had cut its last hill. In mourning, I put off cutting the grass until a suitable time had passed, the continuing rain stopped and I purchased another mower.
I wasn't in a hurry. There is something about propelling myself on a tractor, downhill on wet grass towards a lake which brings me up short. This can wait I told myself.
And wait it did.
Soon enough, the grass grew. Add a bit of warmth, a little sunlight, the grass grew higher. Throw in more rain, more heat, you get even higher grass.
Before long, it was so high I had to raise my sights. Instead of a new mower, I would need a tractor. More Manly.
I'm too cheap for that. I continued to hope something would appear on Craigslist. Until then I needed a plan.
How could I get the grass cut, safely, inexpensively and soon, without risking my life and limbs?
GOATS!!!!!!
In this most perfect of all universes did you know there are enterprising souls who will deliver a flock of goats, and a goatherd to your house, so that they can enjoy the day eating your weeds?
The interested may learn more here.
Goats are an incredibly difficult sale in our house. One of us feels that one of us should be more diligent in their mower search. So much for green.
Goats are an incredibly difficult sale in our house. One of us feels that one of us should be more diligent in their mower search. So much for green.
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