My mowing yesterday went poorly. Near the site of an old well on my property, my zero turning mower got mired in the soft mud, even with a heavy weed/grass cover. I had to call a friend to bail me out because the last time I tried to salvage a mower in the mud, I bent a part hooking a chain to it. I promised to go in and not mow any more, but after my friend left, I mowed the rest of the place for hours on end. My house and the pastures around it are all on high ground, so there were no more problems. Whew!
You need some sheep. Mow and fertilize at the same time, although the mowing is a little uneven. And, they are so much more picturesque.
Prolly. But I live in the heart of cow country and prison farms. I was thinking about some concrete in the driveway area near the old abandoned well area, though. My driveway is about a tenth of a mile long, though, so I guess I'll have to hope that it will just dry out this summer. We've had unrelenting rains for almost 6 months here, following the tornado sweep of my property last year. I'm waiting for one more dead pine to fall before fixing the fence near the house. It's now just a 30-inch wide stick that's about a hundred feet up to the top, some of which already broke off. Those tall pines go way up there, and there are only 2 or 3 left out of a dozen before the drought of 2004-2012, give or take a couple of years. Oh, yes, and there's an upstart farther out from the dead tree area that came up with good rains after the drought was over. The little stand of baby trees were about 4 feet tall last year. A couple of them might have been lost to overcrowding or animal damages in the form of hungry deer. Any way, there's at least one of them made it through, but there are no guarantees. I don't allow hunting on my property, so my place is like a lone sanctuary for our little deer tribes. I've not seen any greater than 5 of them together at one time. They're Texans, through and through.