My shoulders are screaming. You do not under any circumstances mix wet, cold weather, bad shoulders and scythe work.
I went and tried using my Christmas present for the first time yesterday. The mighty pampas won. I had to stop only half way through the plant. I think sharpening the blade will help a bit.
This was what I was afraid of . . .
My peach tree. The blossoms have been killed.
One of my grapes, all of them look like this. I am hopeful everything will bounce back. But I am cautiously so.
All my broccoli and cabbage plants are dead. My potatoes are snug under a thick layer of straw. But one never knows what will happen.
Today I will be heading into town to buy donkey supplies. I have my list, now let's see if anyone has them.