I mulch the beds with old hay. I didn’t have time - the INSPECTOR arrived.

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I, like Don Quixote, continue to fight “windmills”, just alone without my squire Sancho Panza - Shadow is now having a siesta. At least from the outside it seems so, especially if you observe this place: during the day I take the hay out of the hayloft, in the evening I bring it back in, and the next day again. It turned out to be some kind of vicious cycle. I’m already tired, but there’s nothing you can do, it’s like that in the villages - you need to take advantage of the moment while the weather permits.
ABOUT! Look what a thing! Initially, I thought it was some kind of sophisticated torture device. Well, you know, for the most painful thing!?. And then I figured, why is it in the village? only if you torture him at his grandfather’s place, where he hid the moonshine. So, if there are grandchildren, they will find it anyway. And then I realized - this is the first analogue of a lip seaming machine. When the weather is haymaking, there is a lot of work and there is no time to dream big, but when it waits, grandma will scroll through her Instagram feed and wish for a new trough. But grandfather click-clack and progress has stood still for centuries.
The gardens are seriously overgrown - something needs to be done about the grass. I plan to mulch the beds, so I unloaded a cartload of old hay here so as not to drag it from that stack to this end.
OK it's all over Now! While I was playing Doctor Aibolit, I didn’t have time to hide all the plants under the old hay - go give up!