Yesterday, I was fretting over the ash-scattering ceremony that will be taking place in one of my pastures on Sunday. The grass is high, and I thought they needed a path. I have a push mower, but the location is quite afield from the house and my mower just left for WVU. I have no working weedeater at the moment. (Nor do I even know how to use one yet.) Last night, a man from the gas company showed up and started whacking a path.
The gas company heard about the ceremony, honoring the woman who drilled the well on my farm, and they sent a man to clear the area around the well, well house, and tank.
So, the responsibility for making the decision to mow, how much to mow, and getting the job done was taken over by the gas company, out of the blue. Whew. Yay!
Tomorrow, I will just stay up at the house and leave them alone to do their own thing, their way. (I appreciate the suggestions about providing refreshments, but I don’t feel comfortable about that. If it were me, I’d just want to be allowed my privacy and not have someone intruding trying to give me anything. That might just be me, but I’ll just stay out of their way other than going over there ahead of time to feed the cows at the other end of the pasture.)