Saturday, June 12, 2010
Not exactly hay-making...almost
Allen Scythe. We now have swathes of wilting grass and the prospect of rain tomorrow. Better clear it up now then.
I've raked for all of 30 seconds before I've imagined myself into a Thomas Hardy landscape. I am Tess of the d'Urbervilles - and count my blessings that this is not a bleak turnip field but a sunlit mead. I rake for something like another 30 seconds before realising that I wouldn't want to do an awful lot more of this. All day for heaven's sake? I ache already.
We do stick at it and clear the small area. The Glam Ass has great fun driving his little yellow tractor and I take comfort in thinking about the calories burned up by raking and walking and loading....
My 'farmer's tan' is coming on nicely too.