That's it. I may be a slow learner, but I don't need a brick wall to fall on me.
I used to mow our lawn a lot. Then, for some reason, hubby took over the job as a regular thing. It was probably because I'm the head gardener around here, and my efforts were needed in the garden when lawn mowing time came around.
But yesterday I told hubby I would mow the lawn while he did the weed shipping. I immediately discovered two things: 1) Mowing our lawn is really h-a-r-d work (or it could be that I'm terribly out of shape, but I prefer not to go there); and 2) we have way too much lawn.
We've disliked having all this lawn to mow for some time and each year have kept expanding berry patches and garden and orchard area to eat up lawn area. But now we've found ourselves at the point where we really should scale back on garden footage, because two people can only give away and eat so much food.
Bright idea: I think we need to get a couple of lambs to raise over summer. If we rotated them on the lawn with movable electric fencing, they would have plenty of grass to eat, and we would have much less to mow.
Only glitch is that we would have to butcher them ourselves this fall. Unfortunately, our nearest meat processing plant is . . . I don't even know where our nearest meat processing plant is. (Over a hundred miles away, at any rate.) Do I want to butcher a couple of lambs this fall? Heck, no. But I sure would like to have lamb in our freezer this winter. And I sure would like to have much less lawn to mow this summer.
Wait. Stop. Hold it. Somebody rein me in. Hubby and I made a solemn promise to each other not to start ANYTHING new this summer, because our big push is to work on finishing the remodeling of the house. And I am SO desperate to get that done. Nope. Forget the lambs for this year. Absolutely. Put it out, out, out of my mind.
Should we let the lawn revert back to forest? No, I wouldn't be happy with that either. We'll have to struggle on and keep it mowed this year. Besides, soon it will be time for me to have to put time in on the garden, and maybe I can give my dear husband back the mowing task. (I am bad. I am really, really bad.)
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