Is there anything quite so terrifying as seeing a beautifully hardscaped terrace being slowly destroyed by invasive roots? Those perfectly curved pavers turning into crumbling teepees overshadowed by towering bamboo. What once was the yellow brick road becoming a fractured back country road. This is a vision of the land where shallow roots reign king.
There is a battle being waged each and every day. A battle that endures largely unnoticed by the random passerby. However, to the trained eye, this war is impossible to miss. One need only look at the fractured edges of a sidewalk, the rippled asphalt or the dismembered corner stone to see the truth. This truth is the constant onslaught of roots across a barrier free expanse of expensive hardscaping and utility.
Shallow roots and their ever searching tendrils are constantly on the hunt for destruction. Whether it’s a grove of decorative bamboo or some eager vining maple, the end is always the same. Or should we say…they were the same. Suddenly, casting a shadow across the invasive growth land, came Root Barrier!
After aligning with the Trencher Clan and various picks and shovels, whom all brought their hoes, the decisive battle had been set in motion. Trenchers from near and far…including the large, walk behind and the handheld gathered for the first strike. But the roots had a plan already devised for such a siege.
They began by growing in stages one beneath the other, until they had reached a depth of nearly two feet. While not uncommon, it was the hardscaping that had been laid to contain them with which they took advantage. A treaty with a large swath of Kentucky Blue sealed the upper hand. For now the rulers of the infected land swore to protect their precious grasslands and therefore banished the large tracked trenchers from entrance. They would not have their sweet grass torn asunder. Nor would they give the smaller walk behinds access through their narrow gates to the afflicted battlefield beyond.
A band of brave picks and shovels strode forth into the fray, swinging and clanging as they went. The dust flew and sweat, blood and tears poured into the meager scrapes. Expensive stone accents were chipped and cracked, whilst the delicate fauna was trampled and coerced into premature wilting.
Soon, the implements tired from the heavy sun beating upon their backs and the scrapes from misjudged strikes caught a shin. Their meager dents into the dry cracked earth filled by their turning heels as they ran in retreat. It seemed there was no victory against an enemy that only allowed a one foot span between sidewalk and hardscape. Root Barrier cursed the roots despairing at the futility of attempting even a six inch depth.
Suddenly, the sound of a cut saw engine roared through the magnolias. Into the cramped space came GeoRipper…of the handheld ultraportable trenchers. With a 1 ½ inch cutting width, the small space between pavers and walkway was as large as a highway. The hard packed earth was no match against the shelf sharpening teeth that revolved around the 27” inch digging bar.
Roots were quickly severed as GeoRipper quickly sliced through their fibrous tentacles. The spoils of the continuing advance quickly formed themselves alongside the narrow trench. A trench so narrow, in fact, that there was no cave in and so little backfill that historians would often argue as to the exact placement of the trench for weeks to come.
Once the distance had been established, Root Barrier glided to the edge of the expertly curved precipice. Whereas most think the curved, tight radius trench a myth…those in attendance that day would swear upon their hoe’s memory foamed handles that this was indeed fact. Quickly unfurling the expanse of shiny black wall, Root Barrier stepped into the trench and sank snugly into the perfectly sized gap.
A moaning wail rose from the bamboo and other mongrel brush as the trench was sealed within mere moments. An end to the reign of destructive roots had begun. As Root Barrier settled into a new kingdom, GeoRipper was loaded into the trunk of a small car and whisked away to the next job site. Carried, not carted, although carts are available for longer runs.the roots away from the desired area.