BURNING DESIRE

Weeds get everywhere on our property. In amongst the stones in the yard, underneath the gravel in the driveway, everywhere. I pull them up from time to time, but they just come back again. It's like painting the Forth Bridge.

My wife has had enough. Today she bought one of those small blowtorches, that the council sometimes use when they want to keep weeds from encroaching on roads. Two hours later, and the grounds have taken on a charred look. By killing the roots as well as the foliage, it should have a bigger effect. I hope so.

Walter Blotscher