We have cleared an area in front of our house and are going to plant it in wheat, rye and oats rather than a traditional lawn. All the wildlife and birds around here will enjoy it, and my early morning dark-thirty peerings from the windows will be made all the more interesting.
Part of the clearing process involves Buck and I walking parallel rows, picking up roots, sticks, occasional pieces of metal or plastic that wound up there when we were building, then loading them into the truck. This is necessary for Buck’s old Case tractor to disk and later bushhog the area. It’s hot. It’s tedious. It’s very satisfying.
That’s where I’ve been.