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Monday, July 8. 2013
Die Heuernte (The Haying), Pieter Breughel the Elder, 1556
In New England, haying - or at least the mowing - is generally done by the 4th of July depending on the weather. It's been a wet Spring but it's drying out now.
At the farm, we wait until a few weeks later so as not to destroy or disturb the nests of the meadow-nesting birds. We have Bobolinks, Savannah Sparrows, Woodcock, the occasional Meadowlark, and Mallard and Black Duck in the tall grass along the stream.
For our wild brushy fields, we'll brushwack them anytime we can between August and October.
Here's a detail from that painting. Peening, I think:
Here's our reader Buddy's scythe. I do not think he has used it lately.
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My 36" grass blade, just peened, with posed dog
I'm cutting the grass long this year, which is requiring some new techniques, but it lets you use a long blade all summer.
Higher resistance needs a shorter blade. Cutting long, if you master keeping the tip from digging in, offers little resistance.
--is a one chuck HALF a set of nun chucks, or an infinite number of them?
anyway, that condition of my scythe, that's strictly a darkroom effect --there's no rust, i use it all the time. Except for short sleep & eat breaks.
Have you offered it up to BD so he can maintain that meadow across "The Bridge Not far Enough" 'til they work out those repair costs?
I'm sure he'd feed ya...
--well first, TC, somebody's gonna have to step out onto that rump bridge and tell me what's down there. My advice was contingent upon guesswork --shallow slow-moving water with a rocky bottom. No, not my ex --the creek, the creek!
--you know, time is so limited and there's so much good stuff on the net, that one forms habits and rarely steps outside of them --like Vander Leun's site --it's so good it's dangerous, if you're in a death match with Hypoxilon, as i am, over a little grove of hardwoods along the Devil's Backbone.
But i happened by a litte earlier, and --that guy has been on a tear (man, how i dislike them heteronyms --ok, not the salty drop of eye water, tho it may come to that as you will see, but the ripping of something --whole cloth, say --'tear') ever since July 01, especially.
You being of high sensibility about cultures of nations, and with that 'near abroad' and friendly take on USA, you orta peruse that eight-day run, but for sure at least this July 4th prayer-like homage to the --well, sublime place that raises folks' spirits, even in elegy.
"How Beautiful We Were"
you orta peruse that eight-day run
Maybe a 'slow saunter' 'til I get my middle name changed to "Forrest".
Yall tearin' me up, buddy.
However, me thinks yall could gather more fungi with a well peened draw knife rather than that old scythe.
I wish it was a matter of draw-knifing --t'ain't --it's a matter of Echo 400 the easy-start best chainsaw value in the world. And the pity of stately old oaks crashing to the ground. drought. The frigging El Nino. Joe Bastardi knows whats going on. That's why they fired him from the Weather Channel. But you can still find the honest little feller at 'weather bell' --just search a tij.
Ooh, well...me thought yall were fungi huntin' along the Devil's backside.
An Echo 400 is a start to get a mill up and sawing and planeing and jointing that oak into some artifice or another.
Sounds like yall need employ some rope, too.
--rope and rustic furniture, that reminds me, when you head out to build a spring-pole lathe, you have everything you need for a hammock.
Don't Build the Hammock first!
As I write, yet another pop-up storm came through. I'm all for waiting for the birds, but that first cutting needs to be good quality horse hay. At this rate, it it will be cattle feed and only one cutting...
Drought or flood, which one is better??
--i'd have to say, flood. Sets up running room for the next season, instead of needing catch-up to start even.
i'd have to say, flood
I'd have to say I agree.
Yesterday, we experienced one of those "light Texas drizzles" I hear about.
Mercy sakes --Ma Nature --and then there's that runaway petro tanker train. That one makes a feller wonder.
Your "wondering" about that runaway petro tanker train was timely:
''Internet Explorer cannot display the webpage", Bill. So i put the URL into search and just below the CNN page (which IE8 still wouldn't open) is this:
Trains are defenseless. The tracks are impossible to guard except at spots. What happened in occupied Russia 1941-1944 was, the Germans eventually had whole divisions dedicated to ''taking reprisals'' against civilians in the area of partisan attacks on supply trains. They just started hanging villagers, with signs tied to the left-dangling bodies ''partisan outlaw'' --the idea being that surely the locals knew of the partisans hiding in the area, and did nothing to warn the 'authorities' of sabotaged train tracks.
Long/short, a lot of things have to go wrong with diplomacy for a long time before such horror can start its inevitability-sequencing.
That's why in inverted diplomacy, stupid is as good as subversive, and is even better because no one can prove it was deliberate.
Here's a link from that 'watcher meetup' link --it's a Daily Mail compendium of various news agency photos. The pix really knock you over. Cops say, someone 'released' the locked up train, and it rolled downhill into town. Check out the aerial pic with the red brick church just adjacent the burned out blocks. It looks like the church stopped the fire --wow --gettin' Biblical around here --
Up 'ere the word is that there was a fire (small?) on board the 1 locomotive , that was running to maintain air pressure, while the "off shift" engineer was at his overnight lodgings and the train was awaiting it's relief engineer, while parked on a fairly 'steep' grade. One would have to understand Quebec to sense what a devastating event has been laid upon this community's table.
It may have been that the firefighters shut down the locomotive and...as 'they' say...it's now history. No confirmation(s) on this to my knowledge. I'll only pass along the "real" skuttlebut if it "washes over my bow".
As with Merc's aviation posts on Asiana and those reflecting personal thoughts on George Zimmerman's pending acquittal, we'll have to await the official outcome(s).
Always a pleasure to intertwine thoughts with you.
Don't let Ur jibe luff.
Its not the scythe, its the blade. A 36" is a "grass Blade"
I used an aluminum shaft 18" blade to mow soilage for decades for my sheep & cattle since the Kakuyu grass was intermingled with desmodium. Mowed every other days loading up a sided 1 1/2 ton truck as high as I could go.
Then I bought a 10hp sickle bar mower.
"Scythe" has got to be right up there with 'gurgle', 'explode' and 'slither' in the top echelon of the onomatopoeia --
I don't think so --Hyperbole --the sound of the word --would have to be tagged somehow to something done by the thing the word refers to.
Like, what sound do you make when a mosquito flies into your windpipe? "Gag!"
When you "chug-a-lug" a beer?
"whir" -- "whif" --"wheeze" --"zoom" --"giggle" --"snort" --"stretch" (streeeeetch) --"spit" --"split" (actually splits a face, between the p and the t). Never notices until just now haow many of 'em are 'w' and 's' starts --wonder why --have to ask King Alfred if i ever meet him back thar beyond the great beyond
oops --i had meant to say something about Quebec and the train disaster. i guess it was just to echo what you said about the effect on the folks in the zone --i guess i was gonna say that that photo essay in the Daily Mail says the same thing you said --proper peaceful little burg, clean as a whistle and neat as a pin, older town but aging very gracefully, it's easy to see what sort of folks populate the area. Then out of the blue sky, a nuclear-esque blast, and 50 missing townsfolk --
As i repeat myself, that photo essay is one piece of work --
Look at the painting. It is taking a small army of peasants to put up a small quantity of hay.
Today, one man running a tractor spewing climate warming CO2 can do 10 times the work in a few hours.
I wonder how many global warming believers would want to participate in that kind of hot back breaking manual labor?
What say you Zach? Are you up to running a scythe all day and stacking hay by hand if it will help save the planet?