Sometime Tuesday morning this was dropped off on my driveway. It seems like this happened a few months ago as well. Only last time it was compost.(twice as much!) This time its mulch. 6 yards to be exact.
We need it for this.
You get the picture, right. I think when you live in a subdivision there is a secret lawn and garden society. Its an unspoken rule that your lawn and your flowers have to look just so. Now, dont get me wrong. I love to garden. I love planting flowers and watching them grow. I love moving them around. BUT, I love all that on my own terms. I love to do it just to do it. For the mere enjoyment. Not because someone says I have to or because everyone else is doing it. Now the lawn on the other hand....I could care less. Its grass. Thats good enough for me. I dont need it to be treated every month by a lawn company and I dont need it to be rolled and aerated....cmon, its grass.
All of that mulch gets to be moved. I get to use this.
Which, thanks to Danni, who only has my best interest at heart, I learned how to use it quite masterfully. Even when I cant see. Everyone should master that skill. You just never know when it may come in handy.
It really could be much worse. I could have to use these.
But as you can see....G has no trouble and doesnt complain one bit about his tools.
In fact, we narrowly escaped a mulch meltdown when it was time to go in last nite. It was pitch black outside...we couldnt see a thing, but for the strategically placed lamppost in the front yard. Yet, here he was, still shoveling away.
The only way I could get him inside was to promise him that the pile would still be there in the morning. As much as I would love to wake up and not see it there...
The Weekend Dish: 10/21/2017
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