I guess it was bound to happen. After all the hilarity and good food and stimulating conversation that happened last weekend with the parents here, this weekend was bound to be a little bit of a let down, right?
I had high hopes for it, however. There was mulch to be delivered and we had kept the calendar clear in hopes that the entire day would be devoted to getting our flower beds back in shape and said mulch spread around.
I started early on Saturday (if you call 9:30 early). Our house sat empty for about a year and a half before we bought it. There are many reasons why that will cause you problems when you move in, not the least of them is that when no real tending of the gardens have been done in that long, the flora gets seriously out of hand. But I declared war on the ivy and the vinca and the whatever-it’s-called other weed that took over our beds. After two days of furious battle I believe that I came out on the winning end. But not by much. And not without getting my butt pretty seriously kicked by said enemies. Luckily for me, I have a giant bottle of Advil. Because when I got up after crouching for 3+ hours, I could barely walk. I’m glad no one had a camera because I seriously must have looked like an old granny trying to get all my joints and muscles to obey me and loosen up.
The mulch was delivered soon after we stumbled out of bed that morning. Why is it that 6 feet of mulch doesn’t sound like much but Lord have mercy when it is dumped unceremoniously in your driveway it looks like Mount Fuji? And I now know why our fair city offered it so cheaply. It costs about 1/3 the cost of mulch from our nearby garden center. Know why? Because it is the ugliest mulch you’ve ever seen. It looks like they sucked up all the leaves that fell off the trees last fall, let them compost down and then delivered it back to us.
Indeed, that is exactly what they did. So I now have paid for perhaps the very leaves we raked up last fall. I guess next year we’ll just let them lie where they fall, wait til spring and redistribute them and save ourselves a bit of cash.
JD worked all day carting the ugly mulch around. To be fair, from a distance it doesn’t look too bad. We have a very tall pile of the stuff still in our driveway. Mulch, anyone?
Did I mention that after having beautiful spring weather all week long the temperature never broke 50 degrees on Saturday?
Brrrrrr.
However, the highlight of the weekend had to be when I drove up from taking Katie to softball practice and JD met me with the words,
“Do you want the bad news or the worse news?”
Neither, thank you.
Seems that Lucy had eaten something that upset her delicate digestive system. (I did notice a stick of butter missing) This upset manifested itself in an impressive display of diarrhea in the guest bed room. On the carpet.
Oh, and JD lost his wedding band somewhere in the piles of newly spread mulch. I feel kind of sick about that.
Mom, Dad (both sets) Come back! It was so much better when you were here.
I promise not to give you the guestroom.











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