Saturday, October 1, 2011

Par for the Course

I prefer to spend much of my day puttering about on the greens, helping the landscape maintain a nice smooth look. Mother, on the other hand, has slowly but surely been chipping at the roughs in the Small.

 Photo from spring 2010, hard at work on maintenance in the Multipurpose.

You don't know what a green is? What a rough is? Allow me to clarify.

Belle and I like to graze certain areas, and other areas we use for... discarding that which is no longer necessary.
 Click on the picture if you want to see it bigger. Creepy.

My approach is to try to discard everything in more or less the same place. Belle tends to just get herself in the general area. Like that pile in the front? This means, over time, there is less and less green.

 Mother says humans call an area like this a rough. I didn't really select where the roughs would be in the Small. It was like that when I got here. Horses have lived in the Small for a long, long time. Their preferences have had an impact.
 Probably illegible unless you click to make it bigger. If you click what you clicked, it'll get bigger still.

Naturally, I am not going to eat the grass in the roughs. That is kind of gross. Of course, the grass is really long and verdant in those areas now, while the rest of the Small is pretty decimated. Maybe I can just nibble closer to the fringe without it counting as being in the rough...

Mother has been clearing out all the current... er... roughage from the center and small fenceline ones, which she says are relatively recent, temporary sort of ones, and starting to make a dent in the super permanent ones in the front corner by the gate to the big back pasture and the far corner.

I admit to perhaps having done a little maintenance work in the newly renovated center rough fairway.

This is my preferred lie.


  1. Those are a lot of "roughs" in one small... but I do agree you are an excellent grounds keeper =)

  2. No one has ever much bothered to try to undo the roughs before. On the one hand, Mother says I mostly need to be drylotted anyway, so the less grazing doesn't really bother her. But she wants it more hygienic.

    While the aunts were able to get a pretty good handle on the burrs over the last two springs, without a consistently working mower (and two horses on 24/7 turnout 358 days a year on this one acre), it's hard to keep the Small in anything approaching pasture like condition. Inertia and lack of cash flow has caused it to become what it is. Mother now struggles valiantly to clear them with her plastic pitchfork.

    It is kind of fun to watch. But sad. Like watching a sloth cross the road.


  3. All I can think is, "What a sexy forelock!"


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