posted on Monday
Not a word combination that comes often to mind.
But the agility area is rife with a low-lying prickly pear and hoo boy, it’s gotta go. It starts with the hoe: lift the flat pads of the winter-shrunken cactus with hoe, find that tap root…and then just the right, swift combination of hack-n-slice. Prickly pear be gone.
Actually, that’s when the hard part starts. Because what then? Can’t leave the things lying around. For one thing, they’ll just root where they are. For another, then they’re still…well, lying around!
But by golly, don’t go picking the things up. The spiny scary parts aren’t even the problem–it’s the horrid little hooked fuzzy spines that you never see until it’s too late. No matter what. No, leather gloves are no protection. Maybe I’ll try kevlar sometime?
So today I discovered a new use for a trusty old tool…my half-size manure fork. It used to be assigned to yard duty when Duncan grazed in Flagstaff and ABQ’s South Valley (“mowing the lawn” had nothing to do with machinery), but here, it has no such use.
However, the poo fork (because yes, I am too lazy to say “manure fork” more than once) has now found new life!
Behold! The Mighty Cactus Fork!
I might even be smug and satisfied, if it weren’t for the juniper nursery located behind and to the left of where I stood to take this picture. I’m kinda getting the feeling that the hoe and the cactus fork aren’t quite gonna do the trick…
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