It's time! The whole eight yards of mulch has arrived. In a few days the entire garden will by set off by a beautiful rich blanket of mulch. The planet renews the world with Spring, and in celebration, I renew my piece of Eden with mulch. It's the icing on the cake, the olive in the martini, the bow tie for the tuxedo. It's gorgeous.
Not only that, the soil will benefit from the nutrients in the mulch. This year's mulch is next year's fertlizer. And that lovely blanket will keep the soil cooler and moister than it otherwise would be. I, on the other hand, will be a wreck. Ever gotten mulch down your socks? Painful! Mulch under what's left of your fingernails? Hot baths and Advil will be a necessity. I'll ruin yet another pair of garden gloves.
Beware the Ides of Mulch!