Friday, at the unholy hour of 8:30 AM, a large truck pulled up in front of our house. While I was very happy to have it come, it meant hours of work over the next few days. John was on his way out the door, so he told them where to drop off the delivery, while I finished putting on my shoes. When I went out, there was a very large pile of dark brown bark, just waiting to be spread on my flower beds.
Unfortunately, I had to untangle the ground cover we had put out, because the wind had decided it was some kind of play thing, and had blown it around for the last week. It looked like some kind of crazy sock spider from heck!
Once I got the ground cover settled, John showed up, changed and came to help me start moving the bark. Friday we spent 5 hours moving it to the various beds we had for it. Saturday we spent about 8 hours doing the same thing. I was SO happy for Sunday, because I wasn't sure my body could take three days of shoveling, carting and dumping bark in a row.
This morning I got up, and started cleaning out the Fall debris that we had missed getting. When I was done, the flower bed looked darn good, even without the bark. I put out a bit more ground cover, and starting shoveling, carting and dumping all over again. Six hours later, our yard is looking pretty nice. We moved a few plants around, then cleaned up our mess. I'm hoping that some of our less than patient neighbors appreciate the fact that I won't be able to move for the next two days.
6 years ago