Longtime readers know that I was not one born to a life of yard work, and have only come lately to the management of the green green grass of home. With winter ending rather early here in the south, I’m actually going to have to mow the lawn before the end of March this year. Crazy, I know!
I have some cleaning to do first – my maple trees tend to shed limbs every time the boy down the street whistles a happy tune .. thankfully, they don’t fall on the roof .. and don’t get me started on the Magnolia. I would like to find the person who thought the lowest branches should be severely pruned, exposing all the fallen seed heads. I really want to thank that person for leaving me with the task of picking them all up.
Look how close we are to dogwood blooms in my valley ~ this little guy must have popped open just hours before I got home yesterday. We’re having a beautiful spring.
But the thing that is making me the most potentially-less-stressed (can’t bring myself to quite say ‘happy’) about yard work this summer is that I finally realized – – – MULCH. Why didn’t you ever tell me to try mulch before? I’m prepared to forgive, but really, I could have been mulching two years ago and saving myself so much time.
I have mulched!
There’s a large-ish patch at the end of the front porch that was at one time covered with black plastic, with a couple of bushes coming up through and a line of decorative grass along the edge. Til yesterday, it was a battleground where dandelions, strawberry vines, and assorted flowering weeds struggled to maintain an encampment,against my random, periodic attacks of pulling everything up. Mostly, I just tried to keep everything short enough that the neighbors below could not see the jungle. This morning, it is a tranquil oasis of mulch. Victory for me!
Similar enclaves scattered around the yard have no doubt heard about my triumph by now, and are trembling in anticipation of their own impending annihilation. I have more bags of mulch, and I am not afraid to use them!
My plan is to mulch everything I can’t reach with the mower. I’m sure I’ll still have to deploy the weed whacker in a few areas, but ultimate yard domination is now within my grasp. I have even earned the right to hang this ornament on my Christmas tree this year, as I posses and have used at least three of the items it includes – I bought new, BIGGER pruning shears this month. Watch out, forsythia, I’m coming for you next.
Now let’s talk about the goats for the grass……
~Janet @ The Christmas Place