The torch: The Ungardener champions a local hero…and a useful tool

In the marsh, Jaime Choc uses a weed torch to remove invasive stilt grass.
Photo by Dee Salomon
Joan Ingalls moved to her new home in Lakeville from nearby Salisbury and she has been restoring the five-plus acre property for the past two years.
It is an enormous job as a majority of the trees have been mortally overwhelmed by bittersweet and there are herbaceous invasives on nearly every surface — rock, meadow and what’s left of a small wooded area.
By the time Joan signed up for the spring woodland workshop she had already had a portion of her land brush-hogged. When I visited her property, as I did for all workshop participants, she had made a big effort clearing rocky areas of barberry, privet and bittersweet.
“It was the first thing I did because I wanted to get to the oak tree.’”
The large red oak is a splendid anchor to Joan’s yard as are the substantial granite outcroppings Joan exposed in the process.
Since that visit, Joan has been using her ‘buckthorn Blaster’ applicator (Naisma.org) to target the woody invasives specifically but the herbaceous weeds have come back with a vengeance, a consequence of the otherwise helpful July rains.
I visited again the other day and it was apparent that a different solution was needed on top of the rock outcroppings; it was again a tangle of invasive narrowleaf bittercress, garlic mustard rosettes and native but messy bedstraw, Gallium aparine.
We decided that it is an ideal place to try the weed torch, as the plants are low to the ground in a thin layer of soil on top of rock. A few darling pink flowered Herb Robert will be sacrificed in the process, but we can look at replanting those from other spots on the property amidst the bountiful supply of dogbane and native grasses.
Joan’s careful consideration of her land restoration and her dedication to making it happen are admirable, even more so as she is 79. Hats off to her and the other participants I enjoyed working with in the spring.
Our weed torch is currently in use by Jaime Choc who, for several years, has been helping me battle invasives and tame the garden. The current culprit is stilt grass which has taken over the marsh. The recent wet weather allowed Jaime to make headway with the torch, working as deftly as possible around the native plants that reside there: grass, ferns, thalictrum, goldenrod and yellow loosestrife.
But there is collateral damage from the torch; lovely ferns are brown at their tips and some grasses and asters have been sacrificed. I chose a low BTU torch to avoid this outcome but still the flame is too wide. (If anyone knows of a long-handled weed torch with a precision flame adjustment please let me know at dee@theungardener.com.)
I have been following Jaime as he works, pulling out by hand the remaining stilt grass under the precious natives. Using a weed torch requires experience, adherence to safety precautions and prudence to judge when the conditions for using it are right, and when they are not.
The three-acre marsh is fed by a stream that flows down from the northern part Swaller Hill. The stream usually dries up in July abetted by a beaver dam; this year it is still running.
When we moved here a dozen years ago, the marsh was entirely covered in barberry.
Trees, mostly tulip poplars but also a beautiful shadblow and willows were dying by bittersweet strangulation.
We bit the bullet one winter and spent several thousand dollars to have the bittersweet cut out; since then, each spring has brought a larger swath of skunk cabbage with its exotic looking purple flower and leaves that are an early feast for bears.
How long had the cabbage been lying low while the barberry flourished? According to Nancy Lawson, the author of The Humane Gardener, skunk cabbage’s deep rhizomes allow it to live for decades and perhaps centuries. It has existed on earth millions of years before humans.
After a decade or so of barberry interference on our property, the skunk cabbages blossom again. As with so many of our native species, they are waiting underground for you to create the conditions for their return.
If this sounds intriguing, please consider joining the fall woodland workshop which will equip you to tackle the ‘woody’ invasives — barberry, bittersweet, burning bush, Russian olive, Asian honeysuckle, privet, porcelain berry — and others — this fall into winter. To sign up, send an email to dee@theungardener.com.
Dee Salomon “ungardens” in Litchfield County.
Emergency responders block Amenia Union Road in Sharon Saturday, Oct. 11, while responding to the vehicle crash.
SHARON — Emergency crews were called Saturday, Oct. 11, to Amenia Union Road in Sharon for a report of a vehicle into a building with entrapment.
The call went out shortly after 3 p.m. with an update at 3:20 p.m. reporting one dead on arrival, two conscious. Emergency helicopter transport was requested.
State police released the following information: "Troopers from Troop B - North Canaan, responded to Amenia Union Rd in Sharon for a motor vehicle into a building. Serious injuries were reported, and LifeStar was dispatched to the scene. The roadway was closed in the area for several hours for the investigation but has since reopened. The investigation remains active, anything further will be posted to cspnews.org when available."
Updates will be posted.
LAKEVILLE — Rhys V. Bowen, 65, of Foxboro, Massachusetts, died unexpectedly in his sleep on Sept. 15, 2025. Rhys was born in Sharon, Connecticut, on April 9, 1960 to Anne H. Bowen and the late John G. Bowen. His brother, David, died in 1979.
Rhys grew up at The Hotchkiss School in Lakeville, where his father taught English. Attending Hotchkiss, Rhys excelled in academics and played soccer, basketball, and baseball. During these years, he also learned the challenges and joys of running, and continued to run at least 50 miles a week, until the day he died.
In 1982 after graduating summa cum laude from Harvard College, Rhys returned to Hotchkiss to teach biology, where he met his wife of 35 years, Rebecca (Becky) Snow. After two years of teaching, he worked at a research field site in Borneo, then went on to the University of California, Davis where he earned a PhD in Animal Behavior in 1995.
Rather than follow an academic tenure track, Rhys preferred the solitary focus of field ornithology, and he spent several decades researching the ecology of bird species in California and on Cape Cod and the Islands. Rhys believed passionately in supporting biodiversity through habitat preservation. His proudest achievements, therefore, came through his work for the Lakes Region Conservation Trust, in New Hampshire, where he served on committees and the Board of Trustees for twenty years, including three years as Chair.
Deeply intellectual and curious, Rhys learned Homeric Greek so he could read The Odyssey and The Iliad in their original language. An amateur Melville scholar, he would wax poetic about reading Moby-Dick for the umpteenth time.Rhys’s spirit was filled by the performing arts. Concerts by the Handel and Haydn Society and Boston Early Music Festival often brought tears to his eyes, while Boston Bluegrass Union shows delivered toe-tapping fidgetiness.
Rhys will be missed by his wife, Becky Snow, his mother, Anne Bowen, extended family, friends, and anyone who had the pleasure of knowing him.
A service will be held at The Hotchkiss School chapel on Saturday, Nov. 15, 2025 at 1 p.m..
In honor of Rhys’s memory, donations can be made to the Lakes Region Conservation Trust.
LAKEVILLE — Kelsey K. Horton, 43, a lifelong area resident, died peacefully on Saturday, Sept. 27, 2025, at Norwalk Hospital in Norwalk, Connecticut, following a courageous battle with cancer. Kelsey worked as a certified nursing assistant and administrative assistant at Noble Horizons in Salisbury, from 1999 until 2024, where she was a very respected and loved member of their nursing and administrative staff.
Born Oct. 4, 1981, in Sharon, she was the daughter of W. Craig Kellogg of Southern Pines, North Carolina, and JoAnne (Lukens) Tuncy and her husband Donald of Millerton, New York. Kelsey graduated with the class of 1999 from Webutuck High School in Amenia and from BOCES in 1999 with a certificate from the CNA program as well. She was a longtime member of the Lakeville United Methodist Church in Lakeville. On Oct. 11, 2003, in Poughkeepsie, New York, she married James Horton. Jimmy survives at home in Lakeville. Kelsey loved camping every summer at Waubeeka Family Campground in Copake, and she volunteered as a cheer coach for A.R.C. Cheerleading for many years. Kelsey also enjoyed hiking and gardening in her spare time and spending time with her loving family and many dear friends.
In addition to her husband and parents, Kelsey is survived by her two beloved children, Hunter Horton and Aryanna Horton, both of Lakeville; a step-brother, Jason Tuncy of East Hartford, Connecticut; her mother-in-law, Frances “Fran” Horton and her brother-in-law, Benjamin D. Horton III and his wife Penny of Bloomsburg, Pennsylvania, and their son, Alec, and several aunts, uncles, cousins and many dear friends. She was predeceased by her father-in-law, Benjamin D. Horton, Jr. in 2017.
There are no calling hours. A Celebration of Life will take place on Saturday, Oct. 25, 2025, from 11 a.m. to 2:00 p.m. at the Millerton American Legion Post # 178, Route 44, Millerton, NY 12546. A time to celebrate Kelsey and share stories and memories. Memorial contributions may be made to The Jane Lloyd Fund. Please make checks payable to Berkshire Taconic Community Foundation (please note in memo line, The Jane Lloyd Fund) and mail to: Berkshire Taconic Community Foundation, 800 N. Main Street, Sheffield, MA 01257.
To send an online condolence to the family, flowers to the service or to plant a tree in Kelsey’s memory, please visit www.conklinfuneralhome.com
Arrangements have been entrusted to the Scott D. Conklin Funeral Home, 37 Park Avenue, Millerton, NY 12546.
SHARON — On Sept. 27, Eliot Warren Brown was shot and killed at age 47 at his home in New Orleans, Louisiana, in a random act of violence by a young man in need of mental health services. Eliot was born and raised in Sharon, Connecticut, and attended Indian Mountain School and Concord Academy in Massachusetts. He graduated from the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. He and his wife Brooke moved to New Orleans to answer the call for help in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina and fell in love with the city.
In addition to his wife Brooke, Eliot leaves behind his parents Malcolm and Louise Brown, his sisters Lucia (Thaddeus) and Carla (Ruairi), three nephews, and extended family and friends spread far and wide.
Normally at this point one might list some interests, but in Eliot’s case, it’s easier to list what he wasn’t interested in: watching sports.
Eliot made a living as a fine craftsman and carpenter, but at heart he was an artist. He was well versed in music, painting, literature, biking, travel, Mardi Gras costumes, poker, pranks, street performance and on and on and on.Having previously hiked the entire Camino de Santiago in Spain and Portugal, he recently achieved another dream of summiting the highest stratovolcano in North America.
Eliot’s creative ability was astounding. His creations were designed to bring joy to others. He didn’t seek recognition or praise, and a large part of his work was anonymous. Pieces of art would appear in the community, encouraging people to think, connect and enjoy.
From the precociously funny and determinedly defiant boy that grew up in the Northwest corner of Connecticut, Eliot grew into a brilliant, gentle souled, boundlessly creative, ever mischievous, perpetually scraggly, and astoundingly wise and caring man who made an indelible impact on those who were lucky to have him in their lives.
In honor of Eliot, please consider making donations to organizations that work to end gun violence, support the arts, or provide mental health services. A service will be held at the Congregational Church in Salisbury on Sunday Oct. 26 at 2 p.m.