Like most Americans, I find it very relaxing on occasion to take time away from my regular work to do something at which I’m not really competent. That’s why I haven’t been in the office too much lately, and why I have been out in the back meadow on a tractor bush-hogging.
This is an annual ritual. After it starts to frost regularly each year, I begin bush-hogging the place. A
Like most farm equipment, they’re not especially safe, so you can also rid your place of your forearms and other appendages if you’re not careful, but that’s another story altogether.
Generally speaking, bush hogs are used to keep pastures clear of brush, but here at Exclamation Pointe, I’ve liberated all the open ground from actually doing anything that benefits society.
What I keep the fields clear for is to produce more wildflowers. After the frost, when all the flowers have done their thing and gone to seed, I clean away all the new sprouts of scrub oak, sassafras, and persimmon lest they become trees. In the process, this scatters the flower seeds and mulches the earth.
I think that it’s truly a shame that everyone doesn’t have a little spot of ground that they can use for their own senseless passions. It gives me a warm glow inside to know that all the neighboring ranchers must surely think that I’ve lost my mind insofar as many of the species that I’m trying to encourage are the same ones that they spend their time and dollars trying to eradicate.