Grand Maple Farm

It is the intent, I gather, of a blog that the blogger post on a regular basis. Using that criteria I am a miserable blogger. Please forgive.

So, with not much to say, I am posting.

Tonight we worked in the front yard. Something odd happened this spring: baby maple trees sprang up EVERYWHERE! I don't mean one in this bed, another in the side yard. No, We have 10-20 of them per square foot all over. No idea what happened, but suddenly we are Grand Maple Farm.

The mower dispatches them easily, of course. How many mowers can say they mowed down a forest? Ours can, although I have not mentioned this to the mower. It is full enough of itself to be going on with. No need to further inflate its ego.

Why would a mower be so self impressed? Well, we bought a battery powered one, and are very happy with it. Yeah, it is not as environmentally friendly as one might hope, as we are pretty sure a coal plant generates most of the electricity we consume, but it is still quite a bit better than the old four-stroke Briggs that we used to roll out when bagging or especially long grass negated the usability of our manual reel-mower. The battery powered unit is quite nice, though. It does a great job in mulching mode, and picks up clippings well when we need material for the compost pile way out back.

So, not much meat in this posting. More of a vegetarian entry, perhaps good for you, but does not leave some feeling full.

Go Royals!