Remember that toy I bought at the antique store in Billings? This is it.
It’s a Row Cart. I think it’s still a little too big for the grandkids, but Quinlan tried it out for the first time. Of course, the only stretch of pavement is the floor of the shop… Somehow, I don’t think I’d be up for Grandmother of the Year if I had them out on the highway…
This afternoon I spent helping the guys out by dragging the field. Growing up in Casper, Wyoming, we always power raked our yard, pulling out all the old dead grass. People in more humid places always looked at us like we were nutso, but it takes things a while to decompose in dry Wyoming, and dead grass would choke out the new growth. My parents always had a gorgeous lawn… So this is kind of like it, except we don’t pick it up and haul pickup loads away! We use this.
It has some teeth that drag into the grass, lifting up trampled poo and hay so that the grass underneath can breathe and grow. I was going to pull it with my little white mini-truck, but it doesn’t have any kind of hitch on it, so I used Vernon’s little Ranger instead.