A completed terrace with the unmown grass around the vines and on the right the next terrace to be done.
One stripe done on the next terrace.
Pit stop--Dom refueling my vehicle.
A close-up of some of the many wildflowers among the grass.
Tuesday was another busy day. We used the cutter bar mower to cut ALL the terraces in one day! I steered it around for about half the job and then Dom completed it. Now he has about two days with the strimmer (string trimmer/weedwacker/friulino) to cut the banks and around the trees and vines. Then we need to rake it all and burn it. If the weather holds, we might have the job done in another week. Yeah!
Before we started the terraces looked like lush meadows—lots of different grasses mixed with a dozen different types of wild flowers and clover. It was about two feet tall in most places. As I walked behind the mower it smelled like I was mowing an herb garden. The grassy scent was overpowered by perfume of mint and oregano. One of our neighbors started burning grass he had cut earlier. The herby smoke always reminds me of the scent of marijuana!
The birds really love the mown terraces. Suddenly they can reach the ground and, especially in the morning, they flit around poking and pulling at the worms and creatures hidden in the dirt.
Tuesday evening Mary, Orlando, Bob and Joy came for dinner and we all celebrated Cinco de Mayo. It was a communal effort and we enjoyed Corona beer, margaritas, chips, salsa and quacamole followed by chicken and spinach enchiladas, black beans and salad with tomato, green onion, black olives and sweet corn. For dessert we had flan (crème caramel custard) and strawberries. The margaritas, made according to the package directions, were REALLY strong. My one glassful must have had about three shots of tequila in it. It took me the rest of the evening to recover!
Tuesday was another busy day. We used the cutter bar mower to cut ALL the terraces in one day! I steered it around for about half the job and then Dom completed it. Now he has about two days with the strimmer (string trimmer/weedwacker/friulino) to cut the banks and around the trees and vines. Then we need to rake it all and burn it. If the weather holds, we might have the job done in another week. Yeah!
Before we started the terraces looked like lush meadows—lots of different grasses mixed with a dozen different types of wild flowers and clover. It was about two feet tall in most places. As I walked behind the mower it smelled like I was mowing an herb garden. The grassy scent was overpowered by perfume of mint and oregano. One of our neighbors started burning grass he had cut earlier. The herby smoke always reminds me of the scent of marijuana!
The birds really love the mown terraces. Suddenly they can reach the ground and, especially in the morning, they flit around poking and pulling at the worms and creatures hidden in the dirt.
Tuesday evening Mary, Orlando, Bob and Joy came for dinner and we all celebrated Cinco de Mayo. It was a communal effort and we enjoyed Corona beer, margaritas, chips, salsa and quacamole followed by chicken and spinach enchiladas, black beans and salad with tomato, green onion, black olives and sweet corn. For dessert we had flan (crème caramel custard) and strawberries. The margaritas, made according to the package directions, were REALLY strong. My one glassful must have had about three shots of tequila in it. It took me the rest of the evening to recover!
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