We call this the Back Forty. It's about a third to a half of our lawn. I mowed it last week because the grass was--no kidding--10 or 12 inches high in spots.

I waited so long because it wouldn't stop raining, and our yard just might be below sea level. As you can see from this post-mowing photo, despite a week without rain it hadn't quite dried out. It was like mowing the Everglades.

In a really stupidly trivial way, though, it made me understand just a little of what the troops on this part of the front had to put up with during the Great War.