Along with spring rains come the weeds…they are relentless. They grow in the sidewalk cracks, between rocks, in tree stumps, and countless other annoying spots. They propagate quickly, and resist many forms of weed control.
If left unchecked, they will overtake a field, with the strongest and most hardy of the species winning out.
Mowing them, yes. But when they get two feet tall, the lawn mower is just a huge weed whacker leaving behind a rough looking path. Still, better than two feet tall.
It’s always better to mow early before they go to seed.
The thistles are what I hate most. Nasty tall buggers with sharp pointed leaves. Nothing I know of is a natural enemy to them. They have a pretty pretty flower when it blooms, then releases ten thousand of its dandelion like spores to spread their ugly, vulgar seeds…kinda like ‘refugees from Central America’.
I do not bother mowing them. I use Round up…or at least a similar product called Ranger Pro herbicide. I am not ashamed to use that stuff, as it is very effective. I always wear gloves when I mix and spray, whether from my Hudson sprayer for spot control, or the hose sprayer for blanket weed killings.
I am still reeling from hearing that the insurance company will not reimburse us the $300 plus bucks for a new weedeater. I chose that model specifically because of the larger size of its string, and the way it’s built. The string is not round like standard, but is a twisty thingy like that has sharp edges. It’s very effective on cutting some of the nastier weeds we get here; the Mexican Hat is a wildflower that has a thick stem…difficult if not impossible with standard round weedeater string.
Now, I am taking a backward step in using my little Bolens 160 to weedeat…after a new carb gets here next week.
I still have plenty to mow, but it will look half assed without the trimming. Trimming first helps show boundaries of some of the gardens before I get the riding mower. Trimming also help reveal the hidden rocks that lurk under the tall grass waiting for unsuspecting rotating blades to attempt to crush them. I have seen windows broken out from flying rocks from a mower. I have heard tales of a nail picked up by a rotary mower, and killing a bystander. I’d rather not fuel that fire without my trimmer.
Living in the city, the trimmer just went around our one tree in the yard, along the landscape timbers, and along the driveway and curb…back to the shed until next time.
Here I could weedeat and mow every frickin’ day and never be done.
I found myself losing all interest in the veggie garden.
The weeds have returned from whence I pulled except the blueberry garden, where I have placed three inches of mulch down. More than likely, that will die out as the soil has too high of a PH. I tried.
I read in many places where adding coffee and tea grounds to soil will lower the PH. I have saved countless pounds of coffee and tea grounds, and put them in the soil where the blueberries are.
Nada in PH change.
My neighbor across the street, is out mowing every single day, and his property is half the size of mine. He has stated many times how he hates thistles as well…he has two horses that he fears will eat them and cause severe gastric disturbances…and other things…so I try to keep up my thistle patrol to keep the population down.
Those things are mostly totally dormant in winter, but come the warmer weather and rain, they spread very quickly. It would be good enough to just cut off the tops with flowers, but one would have to then burn them or double bag them for the trash.
gone to seed
what these pics don’t show are the pointed ass leaves on their sometimes 3 foot high plant
Supposedly, some thistles have medicinal qualities; I care not.
Thistle patrol is me with my Hudson sprayer on a sunny day.
The best I can do is stay even.
There is plenty to do without the mowing. It seems the neighbor behind me has cleared every stick of trees and brush from his ten acres to allow his horses to run free. My property has brush along the entire fenceline; live oak trees, cedar trees, and mesquite trees all encroach onto his property…hello? no chainsaw any more. Yeah, I’m bitter about that.