They really do have a lot of stickers and you DO NOT want to step on one of them in sandals or barefooted! This fall these little sticker weeds have been very prolific. So, I've gone out every couple of weeks and pulled up all the ones I could find. Note that you DO NOT do this with your bare hands. I have a pair of leather work gloves I use for this chore and occasionally one of the little buggers even sticks me through those.
Here is a basket showing one of my harvests from a couple of weeks ago.
As pretty as they are, they get thrown on our "burn pile" and burned when the weather permits. If you have lived in town all your life, the idea of a burn pile is probably foreign to you. However, if you live outside of town and don't have trash service, then a burn pile is a necessary part of life. Seems like we always have brush, boards, feed sacks and the like that need to be disposed of.
Here is a picture of our burn pile. Notice the sticker weeds.
Most of the summer, a burn ban was in effect for our county. So, we couldn't burn anything outside. But, last week the ban was lifted and we were able to burn it.
We are always very careful when burning our burn pile. We try to pick a time when there is very little wind. It is also important to have a shovel and garden hose ready just in case.
If we can time it right, I like to roast wieners or marshmallows over the fire. And, if there are still some flames going after dark, there is something mesmerizing about sitting there watching the fire. It is a sort of primeval feeling that does not occur when watching a fire during daylight. I figure it is something that is innate to our nature. Something that we still retain from our early ancestors to whom fire was an essential element of life that kept them warm at night and safe from wild animals.
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