The Garden Post
I think we bought too much mulch, as if ever there was a dilemma! My husband has been spending his evenings spreading the mulch and the pile is getting smaller but there's still a pile. Yesterday I grabbed the big camera which made Frodo dance and twirl. He knows I'm going to walk about the yard. He's well trained now, when I stop to shoot, he stops and waits patiently. He is completely into capturing the beauty around us. My stump that is ever so slowly rotting away is a focal point in the front yard. We were talking about when the right side will fall off, considering perhaps a betting pool. You know how when there's a baby to be born, people will hazard a guess on the date, weight, and length. We just want to bet on the date that stump of ours falls apart. No one wants to put money down as of yet. Wild blackberries are on the edge of my woods, mostly too sour to eat, but every year we pop one in our mouths just to be sure. The birds love our ge