Today marks the official end of the epic tale of me versus the Sumac Stump. I know I will have future sumac-related tales for you – there is, after all, a second sumac that was planted on the property – I cut it down and have been fighting with its runners this summer as well, but the bulk of my fight with the sumac was because of the big one that was directly outside the back door when I moved in.
|Overgrown sumac with clematis tangled up in it|
About Three weeks after I moved in, Mum & Dad came up for the day (and brought Grandma with them) to have a visit. Dad also brought work clothes with him and helped me cut back the sumac tree to a stump. This spring and summer I have spent time pulling up roots, digging out roots, hacking at the damn stump with my mattock and generally making a dent on it.
A couple of weeks ago I decided to dig out around the thing (and promptly punctured a perimeter drain pipe I had no idea was there!) and got to the point where I found out that although it does have a tap root per se, the tap root on this sort of shoots off to the side and up under the concrete slab poured some time ago for my current patio.
|The Stump. At the right of the stump is the rhizome.|
On the left is the punctured perimeter drain pipe.
I came inside and Googled sumac trees (thank God for Google!) and learned that (like irises) sumac actually grow from a rhizome. In addition to that (also like irises) they shoot up new trees out of the length of rhizomes they send out – so a single planted tree can sprout up hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of additional trees.
At that point I went back outside, hacked at the rhizome a few more times (it was about nine inches around), gave up, filled all of the dirt back into the hole I had created and vowed to slap any human I know who voluntarily planted a sumac! I called Mum & Dad that night and sounded off to them about it as well.
Dad told me they would come up again in a couple or three weeks’ time and, if I dug out AROUND the root (and under it,) he would bring his chainsaw up with him and we could cut through the root with that. Knowing they were coming up today, I dug out around it yesterday. All my hard work a few weeks ago was rewarded in that digging around it back out today was easier as the soil was nice and loose - and since we have has almost no rain; it is also dry and light.
I did, in the process, come across all sorts of pieces of broken pottery and glass, some old nails; a plastic child’s toy grenade (that nearly made me pee myself in that split second it took me to realize it was plastic,) a chunk of what could possibly original clay pipe and what looks like the corner cap from a very old cook stove. I also discovered that, contrary to what I once thought, I could NEVER be an archaeologist. I do not have the patience to sit in a hole and slowly unearth things one layer at a time. Last night and this morning confirms this newfound revelation as I have extremely sore muscles from digging while contorted into awkward positions.
The state of the stump, however, was better. I had dug out around and below it to the point where I think I may have also discovered a very old layer of brick. I chopped and hacked at yet more roots discovered (and filled yet another wheelbarrow load of the damn things!) and left the stump in a state where it reminded me of a loose tooth. I could wriggle it around without too much effort. The rhizome being, I believed, the only thing still holding it in place.
Mum & Dad arrived, Dad changed into work clothes and pulled out his chainsaw… down into the hole and whizzed through the Rhizome in about three seconds flat… Rhizome cut, the stump fell over! How cool is that!
|Rhizome cut, stump flopped!|
A little more digging done, Dad pulled out a few more roots for me and then we hefted the stump into my trusty wheelbarrow, ran some water through the perimeter drain pipe to ensure that all of the additional dirt I lodged into it was flushed, covered the holes back up and then all three of us pushed the dirt back into place. Dad did comment to me how impressed he was at the depth I had dug the hole. I have to admit, I was pretty impressed with myself over that – it was a deep hole!
|Dirt back in place, hosed patio and then lattice to prevent |
Jasmine from using it as a motorway. At the top of this
picture is my covered over garlic bed.
|Wheelbarrow full of stump and more roots |
and Dad's gloves crowning the pile!
Mum & I also got my garlic planted – 16 cloves - then we headed out for another gorgeous lunch at Mar’s on
Main – I stuck with
what I had last time (Greek wrap with calamari) and we came back for cake and
coffee. I made an applesauce cake with my own applesauce last night and have,
woo hoo, discovered a recipe I can bake, cool, and freeze!
Mum & Dad also brought up a whole pile more canning jars gleaned from my Grandpa’s basement. A good wash out & sterilize and I’ll be ready to can up more applesauce! I’m going to try to get out there and pick more apples this afternoon and get some more applesauce onto the stove and cooking… I’m thinking I should be able to get the applesauce cooked down and get at least one batch canned tonight before bed – the rest I will baggie up when it cools and freeze.
What’s next to be done? My Damson Plum has died back and my pear tree is overgrown, so some serious tree pruning will need to be done. I also have shrubbery in the back yard that is now WAY too tall for me to properly enjoy – so the next Mum & Dad Day’s projects will include some much lighter work in getting these things done.
All in all, it’s been a productive weekend so far and, since it’s only 2:00 in the afternoon, I still have time to get more done!
With love across the waters,