Step 1: Beg and plead for my dad to come over and do it for me.
Step 2: When dad says no, beg and plead to borrow his rolling cart so I can do it myself.
Step 3: Purchase mulch. Who knew there were so many choices? I literally walked around the mulch section at Home Depot three times with my jaw open. I think I may have scared a little old man who thought I was chasing him around in circles.
Step 4: Fit all the lovely bags into the back seat of my Ford Focus. Luckily I have a doggie car seat cover, so I didn't get any mulch bits stuck in the leather.
|Trying to think of some funny line involving |
bark in my backseat...wait for it...wait...yeah, got nothing.
Step 5: Elicit the assistance of my neighbor Trish, whose front porch makes mine look like the Clampetts' before they made it to Beverly Hills.
Step 6: Realize that I've sadly underestimated the amount of mulch needed.
|Should have paid more attention when I taught |
that math lesson about "area" last year. ;)~
Step 7: Kick a rock and swear a little.
Step 8: Head back to Home Depot for more mulch.
Step 9: Learn a fascinating trick! Trish uses an old broom to spread the mulch out evenly. I was just planning on shuffling it around with my feet until I got the desired effect. Gifted, but no common sense.
My neighbor Trish showing me her broom trick.
Step 10: Admire my work and that fresh pine scent whenever I step outside. Well, at least until the next rainstorm washes it all away and I have to start all over again. <sigh>
|My cat Cairo enjoying my work. Or stalking lizards. One can never tell.|