To anyone who doesn't know me well; it might come as a surprise; just how much visceral pleasure I take in flailing the b'jeesuz out of the assorted crop residues and weeds; that hang about the place making it look untidy, at the tail end of the season.
There is no small thrill; in having; even a relatively small amount of horse power; hydrocarbons; and last centuries agricultural implementation; at ones disposal.
It enables a swift transformation from vegetative nuisance; to valuable mulch with one noisy pass...
Enjoying those destructive powers so much might provide a counterpoint to the oft perceived organic vegetable growing; country cycling; yoga preaching; wholesome bundle of loveliness image'.
Which can on occasion; get a bit tiresome; given that; as with most lazy pigeon holeing; it's not quite the whole story...
Really glad the sun came out too.
That made first day back; at proper work just a bit more bearable.
Plentiful crops showing in background, beetroot, parsnip, and furthest away Florence Fennel... Harvesting a good amount of that again this week.