Last year I brutally chawed the sunflower and corn stalks off with the lawn mower. It was mostly brutal on the machine. I did it because I like the idea of putting everything, including fibre back into the soil. It’s healthy for the dirt, but gives me satisfaction to fulfil the cycle of life (have you noticed how sentimental I am?).
Hubby asked me if I was going to run over them like a ‘Cat Dozer’ again this year. He agreed with me that it was a tough job for a lawn mower. I looked at the scythe in the corner and the look of it made my arms feel weak. “What about the power saw”, I asked hopefully – in other words: hopefully he would do it. “Sure” he said, “but don’t run it into the dirt”. He puts a lot of effort into getting the perfect angle on the saw teeth. This comes with years of experience and that all needed to be respected in a sacred sort of way.
After I crossed my heart and hoped to die (just kidding of course) that I wouldn’t, he let me at it. Vruuummm,ratatata,…vrruuuuumm! He thought I looked hilarious. I think it had something to do with a picture in his mind of a woman falling trees mixed with one of me insanely lopping down garden timber. He was wishing the neighbors could stop in for a laugh.
…and I’ll say it again…yellow pumpkins are just wrong.
The only thing that I thought was insane was that he wasn’t doing it. When I had enough ‘vibes’ I started to gather them up. I threw them sadly into the bush…what a waste. I need a tree shredder like has been suggested as a source of mulching material.
Good-bye Sunchokes, Sunflowers. The saw worked great for cutting the dill too.
How much is under the Sunchokes (Jerusalem Artichokes) is beyond me. I haven’t dug them yet. I don’t expect much for volume and likely won’t have to worry too much about intestinal expansion.