tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post7729669559247085715..comments2024-03-27T05:18:53.795-07:00Comments on The Weaver of Grass: Today's Job.The Weaver of Grasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-80338070190951794832011-07-19T07:09:33.116-07:002011-07-19T07:09:33.116-07:00That is an odd looking scythe if ever I saw one. O...That is an odd looking scythe if ever I saw one. Ours looks like the ones in Duerer's woodcuts.<br /><br />I am so glad he spotted the pheasant but a pity to break such an old, useful and interesting tool.Arijahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03720793296992474762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-55849552744776292962011-07-16T20:56:45.154-07:002011-07-16T20:56:45.154-07:00There is so much in this post I want to comment on...There is so much in this post I want to comment on--the 7-years comment is one that is said in West Virginia too, and the wise gardener takes it to heart. The pheasant--I can see her! How well hidden she is. The farmer was mindful of what he was doing to see her; many would be focused on the task at hand and that would have been the end of her.<br /><br />I used to use a scythe here before the weedeater became affordable. I still have it, and a spare blade or two. If you need one, I'm sure I can ship it over the water to you. Scything is an art, and one that is quickly dying, I'm afraid. There is a rhythm to it, a cadence that brings the blade down at just the right angle--and a sharp blade is a must to do he job right. I remember once when I was scything and I hit a yellow jackets nest. I think that was the fastest I ever ran, and the yellow jackets still got down in my overalls and in my hair. It gives me chills to remember it, and yet I had to laugh, they were so angry and persistent.Granny Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01129064020727041161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-2325988703215829102011-07-16T19:08:34.867-07:002011-07-16T19:08:34.867-07:00Wow... you are telling me where she is and I still...Wow... you are telling me where she is and I still can't see her. And your doggie above, is adorable.Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00007201357693227614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-22397284509407522802011-07-16T13:42:17.548-07:002011-07-16T13:42:17.548-07:00Your blog should be part of the school curriculum ...Your blog should be part of the school curriculum Weaver!The Poetry Bushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03686111941479595382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-12251759782706249522011-07-16T07:16:45.479-07:002011-07-16T07:16:45.479-07:00Your ordinary post is quite extraordinary to someo...Your ordinary post is quite extraordinary to someone on this side of the pond. I'm always meaning to look for a scythe to cut the area around the orchard - so much better than trying to heave a mower over the stony ground.<br />The farmer's scythe certainly doesn't owe him anything!Pondsidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02407539138546412482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-23489500387483689542011-07-16T03:16:08.383-07:002011-07-16T03:16:08.383-07:00As always, a really good and totally absorbing pos...As always, a really good and totally absorbing post. Thank you for it.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-39959033025839727572011-07-16T02:50:28.762-07:002011-07-16T02:50:28.762-07:00I thought of you and the farmer Pat - when I was w...I thought of you and the farmer Pat - when I was writing my post a few minutes ago! lol!mrsnesbitthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16882736507772457598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-27383844696909856262011-07-16T00:50:05.519-07:002011-07-16T00:50:05.519-07:00There is nothing the farmer likes better (or so it...There is nothing the farmer likes better (or so it seems to me) than what Heather calls a 'mundane task' - something that he can do methodically. As for him seeing the pheasant - he never misses a thing, he has very sharp eyes.<br /><br />As to where you can buy a new scythe - surely every country area still has an agricultural merchants. We have a large one in Northallerton and they come to our market every Friday too.<br /><br />As for mending the scythe blade - my brother in law has a factory for just such a thing in our farm yard - nut the blade would never completely regain its strength.<br /><br />The pheasant is there, I assure you. The fact that you can't see it is a great credit to Mrs Pheasant - although I can't help wondering how high the grass was when she began sitting three weeks ago. They say that sitting ground birds lose their scent when they sit on a nest so that it is more difficult for the stoat and the fox and the badger to sniff them out.The Weaver of Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-31257352278087702312011-07-16T00:27:19.227-07:002011-07-16T00:27:19.227-07:00We used to have a scythe here that we cut the roug...We used to have a scythe here that we cut the rough bits with, but it was for a taller man than OH and used to screw his back up. Your OH and his dad must have been a similar height. Sorry he has broken the blade - can it be mended by the local blacksmith or are they all pure farriers round your way?<br /><br />Can't see Mrs Pheasant, but I'm glad she survived to bring up her brood. Your OH must have very sharp eyes to see her!Bovey Bellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13117332471600275100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-26750265072650903482011-07-15T16:38:44.466-07:002011-07-15T16:38:44.466-07:00I think working with a scythe must be a very medit...I think working with a scythe must be a very meditative sort of job.Irenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05043376053971475659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-64575291849578164842011-07-15T15:17:52.969-07:002011-07-15T15:17:52.969-07:00Glad the pheasant and her brood will be relatively...Glad the pheasant and her brood will be relatively safe under your watchful eye, Weaver.ArtPropelledhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15853722164314994360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-30633571821262301732011-07-15T14:18:40.370-07:002011-07-15T14:18:40.370-07:00I wish I lived on a farm. Maybe all the things th...I wish I lived on a farm. Maybe all the things that have broken or worn out on me would get replaced - there again, maybe I would...Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-15830376834993023242011-07-15T13:59:07.235-07:002011-07-15T13:59:07.235-07:00Where can you buy a scythe these days? Not round m...Where can you buy a scythe these days? Not round my area I'm sure. If you say there's a pheasant in there......John "By Stargoose And Hanglands"https://www.blogger.com/profile/00832873074550725579noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-51447625921048799842011-07-15T13:42:52.072-07:002011-07-15T13:42:52.072-07:00you have made me think of my farmer's son of a...you have made me think of my farmer's son of a father! I still have his scythe in my tool basket! he often talked about both scythe and sickle .Lovely!Gerry Snapehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07269492251928362799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-41365725471846716122011-07-15T13:28:50.104-07:002011-07-15T13:28:50.104-07:00thank you for connecting us to reality!
Aloha f...thank you for connecting us to reality!<br /><br /><br /><br />Aloha from Waikiki;<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://comfortspiral.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow">Comfort Spiral</a><br /><br /> ><}}(°><br /><br /> <br /> > < } } ( ° ><br /><br />< ° ) } } > <Cloudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05853753108637831069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-25037646932675630542011-07-15T11:04:13.650-07:002011-07-15T11:04:13.650-07:00Good grief Weaver, you've got sharper eyes tha...Good grief Weaver, you've got sharper eyes than me!Titushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16380213493011623153noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-25327066238208023452011-07-15T09:32:10.602-07:002011-07-15T09:32:10.602-07:00I see a bit of brown but I really can't see he...I see a bit of brown but I really can't see her. <br />It is like the Quail around my home, as soon as they hatch they are gone.<br /><br />cheers, parsnipangryparsniphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17236094827257446781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-328164683133628092011-07-15T09:29:00.159-07:002011-07-15T09:29:00.159-07:00good luck to the pheasant and her chicks!
Weeds ...good luck to the pheasant and her chicks! <br /><br />Weeds are just plants in the wrong place, and crop fields are very much the wrong place for nettles and thistles!Crafty Green Poethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02486633917197181851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-82789646509295118242011-07-15T09:27:37.945-07:002011-07-15T09:27:37.945-07:00One man's mundane task is another's intere...One man's mundane task is another's interesting reading Pat. Hope the pheasants grow up safely. When we were engaged and my husband-to-be was keen to impress, he helped out by scything Granny's paddock for her. He nearly had a fit when a partridge flew up from between his feet. He had taken one pass over her nest and it's amazing he didn't step on her. We quickly gathered a piece of netting and grass cuttings to give her a canopy, and she reared her brood. I do miss living in the country but we don't do too badly here.Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06826501916623305535noreply@blogger.com