Having spent the last few days throwing my little mower around and really putting it through its paces I have grown very fond of it. It has mowed its way through really rough grass and weeds and sometimes to a horrible grinding noise as it came across stones, which it contemptuously spat out – sometimes as far as 15 feet. I am not given to anthropomorphism, especially when it comes to inanimate objects but I feel the little Bosch deserves a name, if only for conspicuous gallantry in the field – “arise, Sir Hieronymous”. It is a machine only meant for mowing small suburban lawns and it, like me, has had to acclimatize to a much tougher country life. Perhaps it dreams of a civilized semi-detached residence in Sunningdale …
I now have a haystack in the corner of the field and three distinct areas of mown meadow.
I have close-mown all around the trees in the orchard and have ordered wildflower seeds. I had estimated the area by some fantastic amount but actually it is an area roughly 50 metres square. Somehow I had calculated 600 metres square!! I will sow the wildflower seeds here.
The next area is at the back of the house next to the painting shed. I have close-mown here too and will just see what come up. Ditto, the area across the path under the tree.
The rest of the meadow has been strimmed to height of about 3 cms and it will be interesting to compare.
It turns out I have done exactly the right thing if I want to sow seeds incidentally so am feeling quite optimistic about the wildflowers.
My lovely neighbour, Fionnuala, has just given me a big bag of grass see which I really need to vamp up the paths in the orchard. God, gardening is exciting …