|All right, you win|
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This was so as to be able to go out and help the boss do actual outdoor work. We finally had the weather for it.
We headed up the heifer pasture hill to start cutting brush out of the fences. There is always plenty of it and I gotta say, those darned rose bushes drew first blood, on me at least.
|Getting ready to grow over all the fences|
I vaguely remember reading during my kidhood, that wild rugosa roses made great fences. You could get them real cheap and never have to dig in another post.
Whoever came up with that theory needs to come out and help with our brush cutting efforts. Those blasted roses take over a pasture, forming gigantic clumps the size of a house trailer. They spread in every way plants can be spread.
They are vicious.
Oh, they have their uses. They are gorgeous in June when the whole valley is redolent with their seductive fragrance, and they trail bridal veils of blossoms over every fence and field. They provide cover and feed for wildlife and birds, and are useful for stabilizing fragile ground.
|No grass yet|
Nevertheless, they are an invasive pest and they cause us plenty of extra work. They will have to be lopped out of the fences at least three times this year. Every year. At least.
|I can never resist this old truck|