I am in a battle with the buckthorn growing in my yard. I attacked them yesterday. Armed with a racheting pruner and a spray bottle of Round-Up, I attacked. I prefer to pull them out by the roots. If I can pull them out, they die without having to spray poison on my property. I can pull buckthorn. I pulled buckthorn as tall as my armpit. I tug and tug and can feel/hear their roots letting go and snapping. But the buckthorn fights back. I was so into pulling buckthorn yesterday afternoon that I didn't realize I was forming a giant blister on my right forefinger until it was too late. I'll need at least a week of healing before I can pull buckthorn with my right hand again. Tricky stuff that buckthorn. Some trees are so large they have to be cut. I cut the branch and the stump hides under leaves to avoid the squirt of Round-up. Those that can be pulled resist me enough that my hamstrings are screaming today. I'm not giving up. I won't allow the buckthorn to win; not in this yard while I'm here.
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