|Twigs on a glove for size reference|
|Twig on left from a clone with aggressive thorns. Twig on right from a clone with less aggressive thorns.|
To that end, I am cutting down the thorniest clones. One quirk of Black Locust is that the tips of the thorns break off below skin level and fester. I don't know if it some toxin that is inherent to Black Locust or if it is bacteria.
In spite of the blood letting, I like having Black Locust as part of my "forest". It fixes nitrogen. According to the mavens of Management Intensive Grazing, the most productive (and profitable) pastures are pastures where between 20% and 50% of the light is intercepted by "nitrogen fixing plants". In pastures, that is most likely to be White Clover. In a mid-Western woodlot, that is most likely to be Black Locust.
Five minutes into cutting the Black Locust my chainsaw threw its chain. I used loppers for the smaller stuff and called it a day.
The liftgate of the minivan has been squeaking. It drives me nuts.
I tried to increase the compression by shimming out the liftgate inner with rubber. It worked for a little while but started itching again with the colder weather.
I decided to try out a trick I heard about from my metal stamping friends. If you absolutely have to stamp out a piece that is splitting due to excessive friction, put the metal blank in TWO plastic trash bags and spray lube between the two bags. Nothing is slicker than greased plastic.
|So far, so good.|
Kids who listen
I told Kubota he needed to start locking up his tools. Do you suppose he is messing with me?