Yeah, me too.
To make up for my absence, here is a picture of a beagle covered in poop.
|"I was pushed!"|
|"I was pushed!"|
|"I would mulch 7 cubic yards..."|
|"...and I would mulch 7 cubic yards more..."|
|(PQ striking a truly awful pose)|
|"...just to be the man who mulched 7 cubic yards..."|
|"...to fall down at your do-o-o-o-o-or."|
(Apologies to the Proclaimers)
It was declared by PQ (Royal Decree # 42) that the big compost pile [The Big Heap] in the back (which has not been mined for two years because we’ve been using the new small compost pile at the side of the deck) was too difficult to get at, and potentially dangerous for MB’s back. MB disputed this at first, saying that he could get back there, and that if in future there was no path for the wheel barrow to get to the compost pile he would just park the barrow by the shed and move one shovel-full at a time to it.
Furthermore, PQ determined that the spot on the outside of the fence by the cellar stairs [The Dark Side] would make a nice secondary compost pile, as it would be easier to get to and because the holly tree sheds back there all year round. Mulch initially didn't agree to this, as that area does not get any sunlight and he wondered if it would compost as well without light. PQ then pointed out that Mulch often got some really good soil from that area from the holly leaves that collect there year round and pile up in the corners. Mulch was forced to grudgingly admit this was so.
After much gnashing of teeth MB acquiesced to the queen’s decree (avoiding open rebellion and maybe an angry stare from the queen when he eventually injured himself trying to get to and from the pile out back and then using some vile language that the children should really not hear), and so decided to move as much of the super soil from the back of the shed to the new spot and as much of the dirt that was in the new spot (leftover dirt from THE TRENCH) to the back.
This was not rebellion, as Mulch saw it. This was a one-time dispensation. Like the repatriating of funds from overseas banks by US corporations (something MB approves of and wishes POTUS would allow) only with super-soil. It took four or five round trips, but the deed was finally done (“for heaven, and the future’s sake” as Robert Frost may have said). Now the new spot is 80% super-soil and 20% leftover dirt from THE TRENCH, and the old back of the shed compost pile is 80% leftover dirt and 20% super-soil. It has been smoothed down so it is even, and the fencing has been removed. It will be left to itself for another two years, at which point the process may be repeated, if needed and allowed. The new area has now been fenced in and will be left to itself except to give it a stir in mid-fall to incorporate any new leaves that will surely pile up there.The results of Mulch Boy's labors are seen below. (And no, he is NOT as downtrodden as he would have you believe!)
|Our first compost heap 1: My Little Bin. It all started here.|
|Compost Heap on The Dark Side. Daphne rests comfortably|
until I find her a new permanent home.
|The Big Heap. Grandpa would be proud.|
|Daphne on the patio. "How did I get here?"|
|Asparagus. Not yet at the ornamental stage.|
|English daisies! Is there such a thing as a bad daisy? I say NO. I am pleased out of |
proportion with this little arrangement. Also, Jengo Fett is sitting on top of the
boulder. Garden art.
|Professional gardening kit: cookie sheet with seed packets, my |
gardening guide, gloves, favorite trowel (seriously, best trowel ever),
stake, and empty bottle of Gatorade.
|Wow, it looks... just like before! Trust me, everything's been planted.|
|They're alive! English daisies, pincushion flower, and those brown grass... things.|
|We still think we're geniuses for pulling this off.|
|Left, young whippersnappers. Right, grizzled veteran, suspicious of the new arrivals|
|Free from their root-bound prisons! Fenced in for protection from over-curious beagles.|
|See right there in the middle?|
|Three more. I swear!|
|There's one there in the right center. Hey, and behind is one of |
last week's forsythia transplants and it's not dead yet!
|Three more, in front of the boulders.|
|Last one, all by himself.|
|This year, I actually used a ruler, and made little trenches, and EVERYTHING.|
The top section is Kennebec. The middle section is... uh... red ones. The bottom
section is the other ones that came prepackaged. Yeah, those ones.