Winter is pruning time.I mulch (do you say "mulsh" or "multch"?) everything I can in the garden so, when I prune off branches, I also chop them up into 4" bits that line the front garden with coarse rubble. (There is no grass in the front yard.) So this pruning lark becomes a seriously therapeutic affair; people talk to you, Magpies watch you, wives bring you coffee...
And your muscles say "It's Ok for the moment but speak to us again tomorrow!"
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Around here it is just reaching the harvest season. Most of the dryland wheat is in and the rest will start reaching harvest stage in the next couple of months. Then comes the dreaded clean up and mulch. {*grin*}
ReplyDeleteCan't cut it, eh?
ReplyDeleteBarking?
ReplyDeleteSo now what do the muscles say?
ReplyDeleteHere in northern California we say "multch."
ReplyDeleteWow! Awesome approach to the project!
ReplyDeleteI might try it myself. I've been thinking of what to do with our front yard. Thanks for the idea.
P.S.: If I try it, I'll let you know what my muscles say.