Well, we blew off most of the errands today, encouraged to do so by Katherine nodding off at breakfast. Instead, while Kitten snoozed, Margie and I worked on the Mulch Problem.
I used much newspaper, most of the eleventy zillion stray leaves in the front yard, and 42 cubic feet of red cedar bark mulch to cover a huge swath of the front grass (out to where there will be steps going up from the sidewalk next year), plus over in front of the new fence. Those were areas I’d planted bulbs yesterday, but they were also home to raggedy lawn, so hopefully the mulch will thwart the latter, not the former.
We’re off to dinner and doorbell hunting. A productive day (even if No Writing Has Yet Occured).
UPDATE: Got the doorbell. Got dinner. Got a headache. Bleah.
Can you come do that to my yard? I’d volunteer to watch your daughter (once I’ve recovered from this virus) for you while you do this.
Heh. I barely got these old bones to get it done in my yard … 🙂
Ugh. Okay, how about I enlist your help to find some nice eligible bachelor who likes zaftig women to come do me my yard?
I can’t believe I just posted that. Excuse me. I must go slap myself silly