The most pointless, loathing activity I do every other week or so…

I hate cutting grass. And not just because of the physical labor part of it — I thrive on getting dirty all day long.

Ruminants should be cutting my grass.

I’d like to know the actual numbers on the wastefulness of using internal combustion engines, and humans teethered to them, to cut grass only to lay it out on the ground. So we have fuel and equipment, man hours, plus wasted feed and the resulting loss of fiber, milk, and meat.

Instead, just a bunch of waste, with nothing more to show than a lawn that looks uniform.

I’ve managed to deep mulch a good portion of our land in preparation for the forest gardens, and the chickens are keeping the majority of the remaining grass on the soil farm civilized.

My next step is learning the scythe, and ultimately grazing livestock. I’m looking forward to my business card: Timothy M. Kiefer, Grazier.

Sheep were used to maintain the grounds of every institution in the city. Few things could help North City more than goats to clear honeysuckle and poison ivy. Let’s make this happen.