...but not yesterday. Steve and I hauled and spread mulch for hours on Sunday. There is a lot of roadwork going on on Hwy 82 east of town. Lots of equipment that was parked for the weekend:
Hogzilla is the mulching machine. Don't you love the name Hogzilla?!
The extremely wide median, which was pretty smooth in the center, was lined with enormous piles of mulch an dirt. And parked machinery. We made 6 trips, filling the back of Steve's pickup, and hardly made a dent in the pile we worked on.
It's a lot easier to move the mulch (both into the truck and onto the yard) if it is in manageable bins and buckets.
If you look close you'll see the mulch on the ground. It's mostly cedar and has a quietly nice smell. The pretty tree in the distance is one of two native yaupons. The leaves are yellow and it is covered in small red berries. These little trees drive me crazy most of the year because they send off roots and new trees all over the place. They'd take over the yard if I let them. But this time of year I appreciate their beauty.
And here's Steve, cutting stone. We had raised beds for vegetables in the area behind him, next to the driveway. We realized last summer that we are just not vegetable gardeners so he took out the raised beds and we covered the area with mulch today. We're going to put in a tree next week and I'm going to plant lavendar and zinnias there next summer. He's cutting stone to go in a row next to the driveway so that when we get out of the truck we can step onto stone.
So, while it was a glamorous day, it was a really nice day!