Scything the meadow

It was time to take on the tall grass of the meadow. The primrose, cowslips, fritillaries and pyramid orchids were all gone – the cow parsley and other umbellifers were setting seed. So out came the scythe and the whet-stone and back came the memory of the steady stance, the slow swing and the regular sharpening routine I learned some years ago at one of Simon Fairley’s  classes.Scything Aug 2016

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