I was on the step with my first cup of coffee when FarmBeau came home asking me to follow him to the field. With a quick change from housecoat to a top and leggings, I drove behind him in the grain truck over dusty gravel roads, listening to CBC radio and sipping my coffee from a travel mug.
It’s a beautiful day, blue sky and hot sun, and he’s asked me to mow the dandelions down again before they go to seed. I’m about to go do that but first I needed some toast and to brush my teeth and have a brief sit-down with my tarot cards to do the draw for today.
Catch ya on the flip side, mes amies! I shall put on my long-sleeved white shirt and wide-brimmed hat to ward off the UV rays, and stuff some foam plugs into my ears in hopes of protecting my hearing from that roaring machine I’ll be riding upon.
It’s pleasant “work,” riding around on the lawn. Meditative. You can see behind and ahead what you’ve done, which is satisfying, as the progress is obvious.
I was asked to cut the north lawn and did the south side as well, and then nicked a hose – dammit – so it will be one more thing for him to fix because I wasn’t able to put it back together. Six of one, a half dozen of the other … am I a help or a hindrance?
I’m just in for a drink of water and a pit stop, and am going out to finish a tiny area where there was a hose that needed moving and I didn’t want to get off the machine for fear of it shutting off. Mind you I know how to start it, so … but still. Once in motion, it’s hard to stop. Hee!
And then to hook up the watering hose and give some of the plants and grass a drink. We’re going to try to drown out the dandelions. On an organic farm you can’t use pesticides even on your lawn; and we wouldn’t anyway. In town your neighbours would be cursing you. Out here we just curse the dandelions.