Being out in the country and all, my Mom's lawn has some weeds, including the very-hard-to-get-rid-of thistle. For the past couple of days, Jim and I have been hand pulling thistles, even though Mom told us to stop because it's useless. We have pulled -- no lie -- about 1500 thistles. I know because I put 100 thistles in a large white bucket and estimated from there. And I've always been good at those contests where you guess how many candies/coins/whatevers are in the glass bottle.
Since it's rained so much we've gotten the tap roots out on many of the thistles; we're hoping the others get discouraged and decide not to return. That may be wishful thinking. I read on line that you can get rid of a thistle by squirting a syringe full of white vinegar into its center. A syringe full of Round Up maybe. Either option sounds more labor intensive than I'm up for. But the bottom line is that Mom will have a thistle-free lawn for at least a couple of weeks.
Also: Happy Pioneer Day, Utah!
|Mom and a thistle bouquet from her lawn.|