I don't think this particular blog has seen much, if at all, about rhubarb on it. Well, that is hereby being rectified.
You see, I spent the last two days, standing, squatting, kneeling, and sitting as the fancy took me, around the plants, big and little (or practically un-see-able) that comprise our rhubarb patch.
Since I last worked in the rhubarb, the number of plants have dwindled rather noticeably. I hear this can be blamed primary on the voles (mice, basically) eating the roots. Nasty little boogers. Of course, weather also can take it's toll on rhubarb (like any other plant), but voles were the primary issue.
Anyway, it's a big job, but quite satisfying when finished. :) I'm glad that there were not near as many thistles as there used to be. My wrists (particularly my right one) are a little stiff, but not enough for me to start complaining about it.
Yesterday, because I was doing the big patch, which commonly has more thistles in it than the rest of the rhubarb together, I wore gloves. This morning when I went out, I put them on, pulled a couple of handfuls of grass and took them off. My pinky fingers were just too sore from wearing them all day the day before.
You see, I spent the last two days, standing, squatting, kneeling, and sitting as the fancy took me, around the plants, big and little (or practically un-see-able) that comprise our rhubarb patch.
Since I last worked in the rhubarb, the number of plants have dwindled rather noticeably. I hear this can be blamed primary on the voles (mice, basically) eating the roots. Nasty little boogers. Of course, weather also can take it's toll on rhubarb (like any other plant), but voles were the primary issue.
Anyway, it's a big job, but quite satisfying when finished. :) I'm glad that there were not near as many thistles as there used to be. My wrists (particularly my right one) are a little stiff, but not enough for me to start complaining about it.
Yesterday, because I was doing the big patch, which commonly has more thistles in it than the rest of the rhubarb together, I wore gloves. This morning when I went out, I put them on, pulled a couple of handfuls of grass and took them off. My pinky fingers were just too sore from wearing them all day the day before.
The rows (a couple of them).
A small, but not tiny plant surrounded by weeds.
This area behind the barn is commonly known as the "Big Patch"...the Big Patch, before weeding.
The Big Patch, from the other end, after weeding.
Guess who? (And I hope no one is surprised that the knees of my jeans are somewhat grass-stained.) That must have been before lunch, because I still have my gloves shoved in my back pocket.
A little perspective on my days work-place. ;)
Finished...
The grass still needs to be mowed, but I did some down the center of the rows with the push string trimmer yesterday. Either way, the rhubarb patch definitely looks better than it did...and more than that, those minute plants aren't being choked to death anymore!
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