These will be the last posts about bamboo, honest. Two solid weekends spent picking and mattocking and digging up these nasty, evil roots have been some of the hardest gardening I've ever done. Here's a biggish clump of rhyzome fibre that I could barely lift...
Karen's achievement couldn't even be shifted - we had to wrap it in plastic and roll it back into the hole until it was time for yard waste. It looked like the corpse of a large dog. By the time we got the last of it out, we had dug out each of the two patches down about four feet.
Here's how the ex-driveway, soon-to-be-garden looks today. We've put down the black tarp in an effort to subdue the thousands of tiny bamboo root fragments that infest the soil, but I suspect that come spring we'll have hundreds of shoots to contend with. I may have promised a final bamboo posting about five years too early...
6 cubic yards of fresh, clean, strained topsoil arrives tomorrow. That doesn't sound like much until you convert it into litres - 4587! I really must buy a wheelbarrow. And a new back.
Karen's achievement couldn't even be shifted - we had to wrap it in plastic and roll it back into the hole until it was time for yard waste. It looked like the corpse of a large dog. By the time we got the last of it out, we had dug out each of the two patches down about four feet.
Here's how the ex-driveway, soon-to-be-garden looks today. We've put down the black tarp in an effort to subdue the thousands of tiny bamboo root fragments that infest the soil, but I suspect that come spring we'll have hundreds of shoots to contend with. I may have promised a final bamboo posting about five years too early...
6 cubic yards of fresh, clean, strained topsoil arrives tomorrow. That doesn't sound like much until you convert it into litres - 4587! I really must buy a wheelbarrow. And a new back.
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