My garden area is limited to small spaces located here and there around the lawn. Don't get me wrong I am grateful for whatever space I have to work with. All gardens are scared space as far as I am concerned!
One of the things I love is that my lawn is surrounded by a meadow that in my mind is an extension of my garden. That being said, one of the things I DO NOT look forward to is the twice a year mowing and harvesting of the meadow!
Enter Farmer Bubbins
(Dramatic music here)
There is no more beautiful sight than to see those gorgeous tall grasses gently swaying in the soft breeze, the sound almost like a hymn to nature! So imagine how my heart aches as it is mowed down..:(
Now for all the wonderful ladies out there who farm I know you have a handle on the necessity of hewing down meadows, but for a city girl this is a major catastrophe!
I wring my hands, I pace, I give Farmer Bubbins the evil eye! But all to no avail. In truth I have spoken to him many times and he is a lovely older man who is so soft spoken it is hard not to adore him. But tell that to the ground nesting Blackbirds!
So as I watch in horror from my window the field is slowly reduced to rubble and I mourn it's loss.
It is mowed and turned and heaped and finally chopped and shot into the backs of trucks to be hauled away.
(note the cat running as far away as he can get from the noise).
Farmer Bubbins and I worked out a little deal early on that he would not mow a good 10 feet around my lawn so I could still pretend I have a meadow there if I lay on the ground.
So although they got a late start on the mowing because of the flooding, the first cutting is over and we all can breathe a sigh of relief for a couple of months!
So in 24 hours, one little day, the world around my home changed...sniff!
Poor Farmer Bubbins always pauses before he starts mowing and gives me an apologetic look and I guess that will have to suffice...sigh!
Hope you all have a great Father's Day weekend and many blessings to all the Dads out there!