…that I don’t mind mowing.
I’ve been learning how to get tall fescue grass to grow on the portions of the Old Radio Ranch that were leveled off to build or had the topsoil scraped off as part of the lot leveling or tree removal process. It is Kentucky and even the botanically challenged should be able to grow some bluegrass. I am also changing flowerbed locations to lawn as my furry friends wreck havoc on the existing flowerbeds that are in their path.
As an area gets cleared of briars and saplings, it can be planted, AND, every cleared and planted foot, if successful, then becomes a mowing “opportunity”. What was I thinking, right? With any ongoing process, it can be helpful to remember where things started.
I’ve really been hard on the mower during this clearing process because I’ve used it to clear out some of the foliage that should have been cleared with a brush hog. It has held up very well and I’m becoming proficient in mower repair. Busted a second blade spindle on the mower this week and already had the replacement. I have one more spindle replacement and then it’s time to restock.
I’ve put down 150 pounds of grass seed and have actually experienced better results than I expected and probably deserved. The drop spreader can be pulled behind the mower and the 50 pound sacks of grass seed cover a larger area than I expected.
I’m hoping that I can get this place in some sort of easily maintenanced shape before losing the ability to do so. Mother Nature and Father Time have a way of letting you know your limits and what you can reasonably continue to do. Mowing cleared grassy areas should be something I can continue to do for quite some time whereas the clearing and toting have definite limits.
