Comfrey, before & after

Each year, the comfrey has fallen over in a gust of wind. Each year, the fallen comfrey has massacred the patch of grass upon which it fell. Maybe next year I will devise a plan to prevent this tragedy from recurring. Perhaps it will involve stakes, or rope. Anything to prevent the hours of torment resulting from this year's snarling mess. At least the plant has its redeeming qualities...