Mulch is a funny word.
I don’t think I ever uttered the word mulch before moving out East. Perhaps my hinterland Minnesota readers can chime in on the usage of the word mulch. I just don’t remember it.
However, I have forgotten more than I remember.
The pictures above show the mulch beds I have added to my front yard. The mulch I used is cedar, which is really yummy. My whole lawn smells like an old blanket from Grandmas house.
I have moved much mulch.
Many much mulch I have moved.
Moving mulch, mountainous mounds, maintaining morning moist, makes my manly muscles meek merely maneuvering moist mounds of mulch my manic mind maniacally maintained must move.
I guess it is one of those days.
🙂