Despite its necessity, its opportunity for quiet contemplation, weeding is the gardening chore from hell. I've used every weeding tool I've seen, including the stirrup hoe, or scuffle hoe. It's more efficient than the conventional hoe, but it's still a hoe, which means it's monotonous and back-hurting. Scuffle is an apt description for weeding; it is one.
Enter the torch. It almost makes weeding fun.
I'm not big on heavy garden machinery, and my pickup truck is not on steroids, but I love the torch's big fire-power. This thing is transporting, recalling flamethrowers in wars. My enemy is weeds, of course. And, I'll settle for a scorched weed outcome, while throughout history, some armies have favored a scorched-earth military strategy.
|Can Weeding Be Fun? (Photo by Lyn May)|
My civilian version of the flamethrower hooks up to a liquid propane tank that I tote around. It puts out 500,000 BTU. Which impressed me, as I figured that was really hot.
When I bought the torch several years ago, I intended to use it to clear my field of "woodies" (blackberry, blueberry, oak and birch saplings) and turn the field into a meadow, with native grasses and flowers proliferating and choking out soft-bodied weeds. I'm still working on that, digging out the woodies after flaming them, though I must admit I feel odd about getting rid of all that food, including wild strawberry, when we could just let the berries grow and have them for breakfast.