Our old man used to mow the grass right in the morning, behind the dew. The old woman came to him with breakfast and scattered rows of grass with rakes and came to turn during the day. She dried hay. Once, when I wanted to go mowing in the afternoon, he said it was dry, the grass was hard and dry, and he would ruin his scythe. And he didn't go. (nod) Wet grass does not do animals well. They swell. But otherwise mowing damp grass is useless.