... mulch. And you thought I was going to say something else, didn't you?
This is what's left of the three cubic yards of fine-bark goodness we spread over our little garden plots two weeks ago. We're hoping it'll inhibit most of the weed growth we fought last summer. And protect the bulbs we planted last fall -- you know, the ones that thought it was spring three weeks ago. Silly bulbs! Here are our irises from way back when I first started blogging, now transplanted to the great outdoors. The stems on the lavender in the foreground never even died off over the winter:
And here are the lilies that came with the property. We've got others in the ground near them that seem to be a little wiser.
We've been getting frost at night, so growth has slowed down since I shot these pictures. D says everything's doing all right, though. And apparently, the trees in our neighborhood are BLOOMING. When I left, our lilac tree looked like this:
But maybe not anymore! Wait for me, lilacs; I'm coming back!
I'm asking D to take pictures so I don't miss them like I did last year, when I was away at Little U. on the Prairie (Land of the Deep Freeze). One of the profs on my thesis committee -- the one I mentioned in this post -- wrote as part of an excuse for his/her e-mail silence, "It's tirelessly cold here. If this were a logging (rather than a college) town we'd all be deep into booze."
And because I lived there for two years, I still sympathize. Just a little.
Said prof sent me feedback a few days ago. It was, shall we say, thin -- and so delayed that the suggestions were almost irrelevant (i.e., I've reworked the manuscript in an attempt to keep moving forward to the point that certain areas of concern the prof referenced have undergone significant changes). But s/he did send it, that feedback. And it at least reaffirms for me that my editing instincts were good ones, even if I have no clue whether the changes themselves improve the work. It's the small things we have to be grateful for, I guess. They add up in the end. Case in point: one cubic yard of mulch weighs 500 to 800 pounds, depending on its moisture content.
Which means, over the course of one afternoon, D and I moved about a ton of it. Likely a little more, since it was fairly wet.
That's more than I thought I was doing at the time. Perhaps this thesis too -- ? Oh, I hope.
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