Whenever I walked on the paths at the Eco-Farm lately I found myself ducking and getting out of the way because the bushes and trees grew rampant during the last few weeks. Even the paths around the beds and patches could hardly be distinguished from the planted areas. I could already imagine Claudia rant “These people…!” and thought that this place needed some serious slashing, weeding and trimming. So I got me a slash, sharpened it and took off to my personal crusade, determined to fight the weeds to the death. I chopped and slashed like a manic, pushing myself forward towards and through the brave bushes. One could see twigs flying through the air and heavily bleeding bushes giving way; it was a massacre. But then the bushes surrendered after a hard fight and so I put my slash down in exhaustion. I panted and - when I got back to my senses - looked around and realised what trail of devastation I had left. Twigs were spread all over the paths and beds. So I exchanged the slash for a rake and tried to clean a bit. Later I also picked the hoe and cleaned the paths and some beds from the weed. When I was totally soaked, I gave in and put the tools in the shed and quenched my thirst with some boiled water, then took a “shower” and prepared supper, took the pigs in their sty and went to my hut to read a bit. I slept well that night.
As the paths were blocked with bushes that grew rampant, I thought it was time for slashing
even the lemon grass needed to be chopped… what a nice smell in the air…
a lawn mower would have been nice or at least a scythe… but a slash did the job as well…
I also needed to trim some trees
then I cleaned some paths with the hoe until I was soaked
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