Whacking away at the weeds, there’s still a lot of this stuff is Rumex obtusifolius – Obtuse indeed! A single plant may produce up to 60,000 seeds so there’s a multi-year project in this. Even in Ireland: Docks are unpalatable, are a poor quality feed, and animals will only eat them if nothing else is available. ” After the second year, the plant continues growth and can become 3 to 4 feet tall and wide.” We’re at that stage for sure…
Nasty little turd. Cut it open and it’s orange-ish.
On the other hand some hippies like to eat this stuff, although I think just the greens. I’m not convinced because to me it looks just so unappealing and skin-crawling creepy, and I’m not a big greens-eater or a gardener anyhow. Although I’m not afraid of salads mine are more traditional lettuce and cabbage and stuff. It possibly qualifies as a Paleo Diet kinda drive-by food thing. Maybe. If Paleo-Man ate turds.
Also according to the University of Maryland…this weed is slightly poisonous. The milky sap can also cause dermatitis or blistering of the skin.
This is not gonna be a one-and-done project, especially if the kind of rains we got signal an end to drought conditions. Getting into the thickets of this stuff is squishy, that is where it’s still wet and muddy as the Ohio State Weed-Guide states: It is usually found on floodplains, along borders of woods, around buildings, in poorly drained and nutrient rich soils, but is also common in some upland sites and on acid soils. Sounds about right.
Chop-chop! I notice where my neighbor grazes his cattle there is much less of this stuff, but the land across the fence is much more dry and he has probably been spraying for it longer.
UPDATE: So upon Brig’s advice, I gathered my Corona 1-3/4″ hand-pruners in glove, and waded into the chest-high grassy-hell like Sherman’s march on Atlanta, laying waste to three yard-bags full of tops and seeds and stalks. I started with attempting to yank at them, but after one bag-full I thought better of it before my back gave out. The next two bags included hunks of grasses as well as stalks, and even some big tuffets of large rooty chunks as gave up the earth. BWWAHAHAHA!
I’m sure I missed a few and many seeds were already scatteredand some stalks lay-down hidden in the thick grass, but I got all I could see.
A lot of aerial activity in the cloud layers lately, which I love.
Finally powered through the underbrush.
Had to walk through with the weedwhacker first, then drive it down with the mower, and there’s still a lot of bumpy stuff and thatch to cleanup.
In other news, the birdhouses have bluebirds and I have figured-out the drip-irrigation and sprinklers – sorta.
One pop-up is busted and vanished which accounts for the geyser effect, and I have to still connect-up the embankment supply hose and run individual lines to various elements. And the butterfly bush has sprung-back from being a stump so there’s more to kill. Flockets of quail run through the grass.
Also I got my RSO cert and temps are expected in the mid-80’s today.
Stalinism. Pravda. Goebbles, etc. Media-manipulation and efforts to move and “nudge” people with subtle and not-so-subtle “social engineering” is a thing among the Left, also to twist and politicize at every opportunity — and at HQ Facebooger apparently it’s boringly routine, making non-trendy things “trend” and suppressing things that really are trending.
The practice is common in most left-leaning “Journalistic” media, from the New York Times on down the food chain to the electronics propellorheads at HuffPo.
It’s not my First Amendment they’re violating, they’re a private company and they can do what they want including all of the above, and I’ve never had an account with them and never will.
Anecdotally, a group (foursome) of their young goons rented a unit downstairs on the other end of the building from us back in Googlopolis, repeatedly believed they were re-making the world and we’d all eventually have Facebook email accounts. What? I was not impressed but I’m not impressed with most Millennials anyhow, either. Sad bunch really, they are the outcome of the Left’s Long March through the Institutions of so-called higher learning, that has come to produce such small and bitter fruit.
The dogwood comes out a creamy-buttery color than changes to a pink center, and a lot of rock-roses are blooming.
I have been weeding the big ugly stalks out in the Prairie by hand, and filled six yard-waste bags with waist-tall weeds!m More mowing will commence when the sun returns.
It’s been a busy week with me helping Bill-the-Plumber install 1.) a new water heater to replace the sixteen-year old one, 2.) fixing the heater’s flue-thru-the-roof 3.) setting a new toilet, and 4.) hooking-up a re-circulation pump so that we now have nearly instant hot-water everywhere, instead of waiting (and wasting) for 60-feet and a couple gallons of cold water to exit the pipes!
Over the weekend I picked-up a new toilet for the hall-bath to match the Master-Bath. It’s a long-oval shape and “comfort height,” and I swapped the new oiled-bronze handle to it.
On Tuesday Bill braised-in the pump to the copper lines and wired it to a wall-outlet running through a piece of conduit. He also helped me by cutting back a big old clean-out that was sticking out of the garage-wall about a foot, so now the washer-and dryer can be pushed-back up to the wall instead of standing-out so far into the garage — and we set the new toilet.
Wednesday we drilled through the foundation-sill and came out underneath the floor joists, and ran “Pex” tubing to the far-distant hot-water faucet to complete the re-circulation circuit. The Pex had to be insulated with foam first, and then the copper was cut and a t-junction braised-in with a fitting for the Pex, and finally we strapped the Pex up the the floor joists…
Bit by bit the Master bathroom is getting a make-over. We made a dump-run on Saturday after loading the truck with junk and leftover construction materials on Friday. It was raining.
That included the pile of fence-posts, and plastic bin full of chimney facing-stone, kitchen ledge-stone, and a couple old pieces of sheetrock, a pile of shingles, and the big bathroom wall-mirror. The light over the mirror went to the Habitat re-sale shop as a donation.
Witht he mirror gone the wall needed some color returned to it and fortunately there was a half can of this color, “Head for the Beach” green. Coincidentally it’s the same color that we painted my “Office” in our previous life down in Googleopolis among the Googloids and Yahooians.
As you can see, there’s a slight color-difference that tweaked my OCD and so I was a bit worried.
With the age of the paint I was worried it might dry differently and not match, since pigments can shift through age and exposure to heat or other environmental factors, but the can was stored tight and the color match was perfect in the end.
Actually I got that backwards. The juice in the can will remain relatively stable as long as it’s tightly sealed and given a good shake before application – and has not been thinned ridiculously or stuffed in an oven. Environmental factors will usually take a toll on the the wall-paint sooner; from sun-exposure (fading) to moisture, to out-gassing and what-not. But I was worried anyhow at the difference in color/tone as applied.
A new light is on order with a bit of industrial look and in oil-rubbed bronze finish, and we’re looking for a more suitable mirror with a framed-edge to hang on the wall. I’m going to tear-out and replace the vanity and sink/faucet soon too.
The ceiling fan is also due for a replacement with a more quiet one, and one with a light for additional illumination. Then there’s the shower-stall and floors – but the Travertine will have to wait for now.
UPDATE: Had to cut a hole in the wall-mount sheet-metal plate because the location where I wanted to mount it positioned the bracket over the junction box and I needed to be able get at the wires and hook it up! So I got a hole-saw and went at it. Then I drilled two holes in the bracket on stud-centers so they would go securely into wood instead of flimsy drywall non-anchors. The wire cages add a bit of a industrial feel and the lights are 40-watt LED’s that throw a lot of light and only actually draw 6.3 watts each so the hell with PG&E.
Apparently it’s too late to hit the weed-patch with a pre-emergent herbacid weed-preventative, that happens in the fall (who knew?).
This bad-boy holds up to 15-gallons which is more than I can carry around on my back, and I can mix-up a weedy or buggy cocktail and throw this into the trailer and go zapping for bugs or nail the big fluffy cabbage-weeds with more Round-Up.
Two electrical leads run from the pump and clip onto the mower battery to power-up the pump and energize the sprayer-gun. Zap-Pow-Biff-Bam! More yardwork tools.
In other news, I got my CCW renewed.