Mountain Cowgirl
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My battle with goat heads gets worse every year. I tried the weevils one year and they failed. Roundup brought them to justice but even after 10 years, they kept coming back. The burrs can stay in the ground for 7 years and then sprout a new plant. After the city built a sideway on one edge of my place, the goatherds took over between it and the road. Due to new regulations, thanks to Governor Brown, the city refused to spray it and forbade me from spraying it. They didn't however have a problem with me weed whacking the thorny devils. It is their job to control them since it is their property, but getting a crew out to do it takes away from their special interest budget, so it doesn't happen unless I go into city hall and cause a stink, and then their crew of four grown butt MEN does a crap job. They have no shame that a 70-year-old lady that is worn out from a life of hard ranch and construction work, can do it all by her lonesome and do a job that is photo-worthy of the cover of Home and Gardens.
So rather than battle with such jerks that never had their mama beat their behinds, I don my heavy denim vintage Lawman super high waist relaxed thigh riding jeans that allow a girl to move and work, work boots, cap, sunglasses, and long-sleeve Carhartt work shirt. I started early, an hour before legal time, because another triple-digit day was near at hand.
I found my round .95 line wasn't doing the job in an expedient manner so I switched to the twisted .80 line and started getting a nicer cut instead of bruising the devils into. It took two hours and I was sweat-soaked head to toe but finished as the sun turned up the temp in an unbearable manner. OK, you guys can stop reading now and to Nicky and FH who will understand when I say it was a two bra day.
I still have my lawn that would be a good sheep pasture, to mow so better enjoy my coffee before the 6 AM time hits (7 AM is legal noise time) and I upset the late sleepers. I was up at 02:45 this AM due to muscle aches that defied ibuprofen. I decided to wear my newly acquired, previously worn with care, vintage, bareback, Lawman riding jeans since lawn mowing will be a timed event this AM. Can an old lady beat the impending heat? Will it be a three bra day? Can she round the tree without skinning off some bark? Don't dare go to concessions for a hot dog or you may miss this championship run.
So rather than battle with such jerks that never had their mama beat their behinds, I don my heavy denim vintage Lawman super high waist relaxed thigh riding jeans that allow a girl to move and work, work boots, cap, sunglasses, and long-sleeve Carhartt work shirt. I started early, an hour before legal time, because another triple-digit day was near at hand.
I found my round .95 line wasn't doing the job in an expedient manner so I switched to the twisted .80 line and started getting a nicer cut instead of bruising the devils into. It took two hours and I was sweat-soaked head to toe but finished as the sun turned up the temp in an unbearable manner. OK, you guys can stop reading now and to Nicky and FH who will understand when I say it was a two bra day.
I still have my lawn that would be a good sheep pasture, to mow so better enjoy my coffee before the 6 AM time hits (7 AM is legal noise time) and I upset the late sleepers. I was up at 02:45 this AM due to muscle aches that defied ibuprofen. I decided to wear my newly acquired, previously worn with care, vintage, bareback, Lawman riding jeans since lawn mowing will be a timed event this AM. Can an old lady beat the impending heat? Will it be a three bra day? Can she round the tree without skinning off some bark? Don't dare go to concessions for a hot dog or you may miss this championship run.
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