Tuesday 26 June, 2012
Since it was a lovely day here (until 7pm when it started to rain heavily), I planned to get a few jobs done outside.
First was mucking out the field shelter. Now, I've been putting this off 'cos it's not a nice job. The cattle were fed in there over winter, so there is a thick layer of wet, shitty hay lying. It will make great manure in due course but at the moment it's no nice . I took the box trailer round two weeks ago too, but I could put it off no longer. I went to get my nice blue graip... but it was nowhere to be found. I looked in all the usual places and some not so usual, but no sign. So off I went with an old graip, with a rough wooden handle and bent tines. An hour and a blister later, I was fed-up.
So I cut the grass round the caravan and the back lawn, then looked for the dashel basher to go and knock some thistles down in Top Field. Couldn't find it. As I was looking, John came out with the strimmer harness on - but no strimmer, because the air filter was lost. "Have you seen it?" he enquired of me, since I had been last to use the strimmer. "No", I said, "but it must be somewhere in Top Field."
At that, Linda came out and asked if I had remembered to lift the tiny creeping geranium that we'd found last week in the lawn, before I mowed it. "Um, no - it's been mowed", I said, "Twice, once by Dan and once by me."
Anyway, since he couldn't strim, John looked for the dashel basher. While he was looking, Linda and I searched the lawn and found the geranium, which I dug up and she potted. John found the dashel basher hidden in the corner of the potting shed. I went off to bash thistles and found the air filter for the strimmer. Erin then appeared with the blue graip that she'd found buried in the pile of straw in the barn, so I was able to do another half hour of muck moving.
And all was right with the world. The joy of finding things outweighed the frustration - but I've got really sore shoulders and a well-sunburned neck with moving the muck. Only hunners of trailer loads to go!