We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I have used both of them quite a bit for wildlife plantings at the farm. Berries, nut trees, apples, cherries, chestnuts, pines, etc. I just let nature deal with them. Some live, some die, and some are eaten by the beavers or deer. Wire fencing around them when they are small doesn't hurt, but still...
I also re-seed our pastures and meadows with clovers every few years. I simply spray-spread the seed on top early in the spring, and hope for the best. Seems to work OK, but clovers do not have a long life-span. Worn-out New England hillside meadows need some nitrogen from the clovers, especially if they are not nourished by enough cow or Moose or bear poo. The flood plains do just fine on their own, as long as they get flooded regularly.
I frost seed alsike clover when the ground is bare and honeycombed with frost, usually just a few days window here in the north. Doesn't take well once the sun makes the ground slick. The alsike tolerates more acidity than other clovers and is inexpensive.
Pays to spend a couple bucks for the inoculant to make sure the clover is actually fixing N.
Don't use it if you are feeding to horses though. They get "the slobbers".
Love the purdy little tractor! We had one that dad called the "Tater Bug". He rebuilt a couple of those, along with a B, C, M, H, F12, and an F20. Usually using 2 or 3 masses of rusting metal and miraculously turning it all back into a functionong tractor. Arthritis and a bad ticker won't let him do it anymore, but he still loves his Red Tractors (John Deere was not spoken in our house!)