Yes. We now have a beefy wood chipper and have been making mountains of it. I don't think a semi-full of it would satisfy me at this point. Mulch magic!
o/~ i'm addicted to mulch that's the way that i get things done if i'm not under compost then i sleep too long and i hang round like a bum and my garden's goin' nowhere and that makes me nervous... o/~
Sorry, i had to, that lept into my forebrain and i couldn't stop it.
Grow lights are on, the sun is warm The rain's done, the bee's aswarm The shoots grow, the leaves unfurl Shoots spring from branch and burl Plant's don't sleep, they don't eat; You planted tomatoes, really deep But water costs, it might get dry And your soil,in the summer fry!
Whoa, you like to think you've got enough of the stuff, oh yeah.. Closer to the truth to say you can't have enough You know you're gonna have to face it, your addicted to mulch...
I really need to start looking into the costs of buying mulch by the truckload myself soon, since I've got this swath of ground that could really use a good layering of decomposing mulch to prep it for planting.
In related news, my eggplant and tomato plants got here, and are on the kitchen counter, happily marinating in some lukewarm water and awaiting planting this weekend, after they've recovered from being mailed to me. Who knows, maybe this year I can finally manage to figure out how to avoid killing the zucchini.
Psychologically addicted to writinig... If you are not, and can not become so, do not be a writer. The competition is nasty, the odds of publication low, and if not for yourself, who would you write for?
o/~ i'm addicted to mulch
that's the way that i get things done
if i'm not under compost
then i sleep too long
and i hang round like a bum
and my garden's goin' nowhere
and that makes me nervous... o/~
Sorry, i had to, that lept into my forebrain and i couldn't stop it.
With apologies to Robert Palmer...
I'm addicted to mulch...
Re: With apologies to Robert Palmer...
Speaking as someone who just got through putting multitudes of tiny plants in the ground this afternoon.
Might as well face it, you're addicted to mulch
The rain's done, the bee's aswarm
The shoots grow, the leaves unfurl
Shoots spring from branch and burl
Plant's don't sleep, they don't eat;
You planted tomatoes, really deep
But water costs, it might get dry
And your soil,in the summer fry!
Whoa, you like to think you've got enough of the stuff, oh yeah..
Closer to the truth to say you can't have enough
You know you're gonna have to face it, your addicted to mulch...
Re: Might as well face it, you're addicted to mulch
In related news, my eggplant and tomato plants got here, and are on the kitchen counter, happily marinating in some lukewarm water and awaiting planting this weekend, after they've recovered from being mailed to me. Who knows, maybe this year I can finally manage to figure out how to avoid killing the zucchini.
Obviously, mulch ado about nothing.
Someone had to.
Based on one author's description, I suspect it's possible to be psychologically addicted to writing.
If you are not, and can not become so, do not be a writer.
The competition is nasty, the odds of publication low, and if not for yourself, who would you write for?