We finally bit the bullet. We retired Bessie back to her little shed, and made the plunge and purchased a new tractor. Of course we also had to buy a bush-hog, and of course a box blade, and of course a trailer to haul all that stuff on. Of course.
We tried out the new tractor and bush-hog yesterday. WOW. We cut the entire 5.6 acres in 4 1/2 hours. If that seems long, consider that the last time we did it, it took 7 hours alone on just the back 3 acres. We couldn't believe the difference. Now we're trying to think of ways to keep each other off the tractor. Our friend Andrew says that won't last...I don't know Andrew, it was pretty darn fun. We'll see.
We only saw one critter this time (except for the brown bunnies that hop out from the grass occasionally). I looked around and saw this little thing looking at me (a little creepy looking actually). A teeny o'possum, about the size of my hand at most. He was very interested in me, following me with his beady little eyes as I moved around. I think I liked Waldo better. (Click for an up close and personal view).
A little Rocky Mountain Spotted fever can't keep us down. Mike is back at 100% plus, feeling as well as ever after our little scare.
The day had started at 4:30 am when we got up to go meet some friends for a 30-something mile bike ride. We did that and went straight to the property and worked all day. Did the cutting and lots of trimming, etc. Yes, we slept VERY well last night.
Coming next...the fence goes up.
Courtney says we're country folk now. Maybe so.
