Anxious

I am so anxious for the real gardening to begin. Our little town received a grant to replace old, dead trees with mature ones. So, they are currently in the process of cutting down and replanting a ton of trees. I am assuming that this is the source of the huge mulch pile out at the brush pile north of town. Regardless of where the mulch has come from, it has been many years since we've had the opportunity to haul home free mulch by the truckload. I should say, Jarod's had the opportunity. I, of course, am always at home waiting to offer my ten-cents-worth about where it should go, and I am also in charge of laying down the newspapers to cover up the grass underneath. It has been wonderful because we expanded the area between our two trees out front, and it would have cost us a fortune to fill that all in with purchased mulch. I appreciate Jarod's willingness to embark on the inexpensive, yet cumbersome, task. It wreaks havoc on his allergies, and isn't too great for his back, but when the price is right, you do what you got to do!

However, it is not that much fun to just spread around mulch. Planting flowers is much more fun. I saw this lady at Walmart with these two really beautiful ferns in hanging baskets. They had obviously arrived before the helpers in the garden center drowned them with their "per shift watering." Which leads me to think that I should risk the cold and get mine before the helpers drown mine, too!