Friday, February 21, 2020
A Mountain of Work
On Wednesday of this week we had a mountain of work delivered.
OK, maybe not a mountain, but a hill of a lot of work, five yards of compost.
All winter long, when he could get outside, Tom has been pruning. Our yard waste bins have been stuffed for pick up every two weeks. This last week we have been blessed with dry, sunny weather, so I have been outside too, cleaning out the planting beds. Now we have every available bin full of winter debris and clippings and stuff I have picked up while crawling around on my hands and knees, my best way of working in the garden.
Tom started spreading compost on Wednesday while I worked to stay ahead of him with my cleaning.
Tom's method is to fill five gallon buckets and wheel barrow them to where he is applying the mulch.
Charlie checks in most days and loves hanging out with us while we work.
Gradually the beds are looking purrty.
As you can see, the tulips are up.
And gradually the mountain was shrinking.
Today, after our long Friday morning breakfast, I worked with Tom, filling buckets while he spread the compost. That gave us both a chance to rest, waiting for each other. By today we needed to slow down. We are both stiff and sore.
We have wrapped up work now for a while. We have an event on Saturday, and Sunday is supposed to be rainy. We'll be back at it next week.
But we have managed to make a mole hill out of a mountain. The end is in sight.