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Let me tell you a story! You all want to hear a story, I know.
So at our house, there is a long long road that goes down by the sheep shed, the hog enclosure, and the chicken house, down along the Mahantango to the tractor crossing. Now we got the land this road is on into a preservation programme, which would be all super except for one thing: the preservation programme stipulates that there can be no motorised vehicles down that road any more. But we still use the road a lot for walking to all the various stuff down it. Long story short, it has to be mowed, but you can't run a mower down there.
So we use a scythe! It's a great piece of work, really functional as long as you sharpen the blade before each use. You obviously have to exert a lot more effort than you would on a riding mower or even a push mower. Well, to-day I decided to mow the path, which is probably a short half a mile. Definitely not more.
Here is a big public service announcement!: if you are planning to mow half a mile of road with a scythe, you should probably make sure you don't do it in the heat of the day. Likewise, you should be properly hydrated and probably wearing some kind of head covering plus sunscreen. You should definitely NOT do it in only a sports bra and jeans after having drunk a diet Dr. Pepper (colas are diuretics, so pretty much the opposite of water). However, it does help if you can pause midway through and go sit in the creek and play with the crawdads.
My right hand is so blistered I can hardly hold anything, and, in typical Soujin fashion, as I was putting the scythe away I tripped on it. I've now got a little less toe on my right foot than I used to. :D But I figured, didn't hurt much, whatever, so I took off my clothes and hung them up on the line and started inside when--! !!! Blood! Leaking perilously close to the carpet! So I had to hop around the house in my underwear looking for bandaids and a towel while Daddy poked his head around the door and said,--
"Soujin? Did you leave Maggie down at the creek?"
Also, the pigs were so laughing at me the whole time. I know they were. Stupid pigs.
So at our house, there is a long long road that goes down by the sheep shed, the hog enclosure, and the chicken house, down along the Mahantango to the tractor crossing. Now we got the land this road is on into a preservation programme, which would be all super except for one thing: the preservation programme stipulates that there can be no motorised vehicles down that road any more. But we still use the road a lot for walking to all the various stuff down it. Long story short, it has to be mowed, but you can't run a mower down there.
So we use a scythe! It's a great piece of work, really functional as long as you sharpen the blade before each use. You obviously have to exert a lot more effort than you would on a riding mower or even a push mower. Well, to-day I decided to mow the path, which is probably a short half a mile. Definitely not more.
Here is a big public service announcement!: if you are planning to mow half a mile of road with a scythe, you should probably make sure you don't do it in the heat of the day. Likewise, you should be properly hydrated and probably wearing some kind of head covering plus sunscreen. You should definitely NOT do it in only a sports bra and jeans after having drunk a diet Dr. Pepper (colas are diuretics, so pretty much the opposite of water). However, it does help if you can pause midway through and go sit in the creek and play with the crawdads.
My right hand is so blistered I can hardly hold anything, and, in typical Soujin fashion, as I was putting the scythe away I tripped on it. I've now got a little less toe on my right foot than I used to. :D But I figured, didn't hurt much, whatever, so I took off my clothes and hung them up on the line and started inside when--! !!! Blood! Leaking perilously close to the carpet! So I had to hop around the house in my underwear looking for bandaids and a towel while Daddy poked his head around the door and said,--
"Soujin? Did you leave Maggie down at the creek?"
Also, the pigs were so laughing at me the whole time. I know they were. Stupid pigs.
