Yesterday was a full, rich day. It began slowly around 8:00 with staining the picnic table and benches on the back porch, then picked up momentum with a full weeding of the upper kitchen garden. Then I spread a thick layer of straw mulch between the plants and covered that with burlap coffee sacks to create paths and more insulation for the soil. Soaker hoses lurk below, dribbling moisture to winding rows of plants only now starting to show their vegetable muscles. Spring took its time, but now summer is here. Grow on, tomatoes and beans, cabbages and eggplant!
At noon we took a trailer full of tree trimmings to the compost dump and picked up three yards of shredded western cedar mulch. The shreds stubbornly cling together even in the high winds of northern Colorado. I’ve heard it called gorilla mulch. Or guerilla mulch. Not sure which, but either way, it’s effective.
The rest of the afternoon and evening we spent raking out old bark and hauling it around to fill in holes in the backyard landscape. And where the old bark was removed, the new mulch went in. I finally finished the front garden we call The Point around 7:30 and went inside to take a much needed shower while K mowed the lawn in back.
From 8:00 to 11:00 we ate take-out Mexican food, watched the news, caught up on email, and I wrote the first draft of my post about hoarding over at Inkspot today.
Sleep came quickly, lasted seven hours, and today I’m sore but ready to hit the keyboard hard. There are guest posts to write for my Wined and Died blog tour in July and a good-sized chunk of book proposal to work out today. I’ll check in on Goodreads, Facebook, and update my signing schedule on booktour.com.
And then I’ll harvest the last of the spinach and get to that last yard of mulch waiting on the trailer.
Maybe not so glamorous, but a good life, indeed.