|Doing in the weeds while trying not to torch the Lavenders.|
Not liking the idea of contributing to Ortho or Bayer, I tried one last trick in the book. Fighting Fireweed with well, fire. Instead of supporting Bayer, I was about to run off to the garden center and get one of those propane torches designed to target weeds. You simply blast them with 1500 degrees of fire that cooks their little roots. Then Roland proclaimed out of the blue that he had a torch. After he dug through his work van for a while, he brought out what I would describe more as a flame thrower. Not the cute little tip that heats an area the size of a quarter. No, this thing could take out a large shrub!
|No, I'm not burning my toes off!|
It worked really well on most everything except of course, creeping buttercup. If hell has a weed, it's creeping buttercup. A week later it was baaaaaack.
I'll have to admit, I had a distinct feeling of power and satisfaction while setting the weeds on fire. "Take that you #%!&#! weeds!"
By the way, the torch also works well starting charcoal to barbeque. A few seconds of blasting flame and the charcoal is lit.