Flower Power

I finally got around to tackling the fern that takes over vast swathes of the Bonsai Mountain today. I say finally as by now I have usually cut it back several times but this year there has been a lot going on and less time for enjoying myself clearing jungle, getting stung and falling over. There is a school of thought that says you should leave the bracken to grow this big so it really exhausts the roots having given so much to create such a big plant. There is also a school of thought that says cut it when its soft and squishy and much easier than when its four feet tall with wooden stems and amazing capacity to conceal wasps nests.

 Time was limited tonight so a target was set, clear as much as possible on one tank of fuel rather than try and clear the entire hill (well our side anyway), the pictures are taken from the more or less same spot, before at the top, the rest are after.

 Lots of lush pasture is now revealed, the rampaging Ryelands will be very pleased.

 As usual I had an audience, no doubt watching to see if I found my missing right boot from my new pair bought a week ago, worn once and then never worn again as one has mysteriously disappeared and is no doubt in some Bernese Mountain Dog treasure trove on the hill.

This time where possible I left the fox gloves. Useful things flowers.