When I was a kid my grandmother and her friends always wanted me to mow for them, because I'd mow around all their special plants (and knew what they were without being told). They also wanted me to weed for them. Unfortunately, this was in SE Texas, and it was so miserable and hot I hated doing it (especially since most of the weeds were Bermuda grass), even though I always loved plants and gardening. I think if I was that farmer I'd mow around them at least until the plants went brown.
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