Every year at this time, I cut down the huge ragweed plants that have gotten past me. Most are over six feet tall.
These giants can be pulled up easily when they are small, but now it's another story. An elephant could do it. I use the long-handled pruner and yell, "Timber!"
Supposedly these herbs can be used as compost activators. I'll have to cut some up and add them to the compost, as soon as I get a machete. Meanwhile, it's easier to just haul them down to the brush pile.
Along the river bank, by the bridge, thousands of these monster weeds have assembled to enjoy the riparian life. It's a closed community.
Even though there are more waiting for me to fell, this load is nothing to sneeze at.
