She mulches

Gardening requires lots of water – most of it in the form of perspiration. ~Lou Erickson

This is the sort of thing that Michael does for fun. “This” is thirty cubic yards of mulch. This looks a lot more like work than fun in my opinion. Michael likes to fool me into believing we are “gardening” when what we are really doing is hard core landscaping. He lures me in with the promise of a trip to the greenhouse, but then sucker punches me with the mulch pile.

May I point out the size of our SUV in comparison to the size of the mulch pile? Yes. It really is that much mulch. Do you see Michael’s head barely visible above the pile here? He is six two. I had to count the kids after it was delivered to be sure that none of them were buried alive beneath it. They weren’t, but even if they had been, we would have found them by day’s end.


This was the biggest part of our project. Cutting beds around the swingset that my man built by hand last year. (Another thing I was suckered into helping with). Those wood posts don’t sand themselves. Don’t you love the fact that Sophie still swings, oblivious to the fact that Michael and I are killing ourselves trying to get the fabric staked? Oh, to be four and not know the joys of a high functioning husband.

The end result after cutting the beds, laying the landscaping fabric, and mulching was pretty impressive.


We worked our way from the back to the front of the house, alternately cutting beds and laying mulch. Moving a shrub here and there, and laying a watering system beneath the front beds. By day’s end, the entire pile of mulch was gone, everything was in it’s rightful place, and I was rewarded with a trip to Friendly’s. I think I need to raise my hourly rate.


Kimberly

PS So as not to fool you all into believing that we are superhuman (although the verdict is still out on Michael), we did have the assistance of two other fellas. There is no way we could have done it all in one day without their help. Even I’m not that good.

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