I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree-Joyce Kilmer (1886–1918)
Especially when said tree was once a pest and is now lying in a bundle on the curb waiting for the mulch truck pickup on Thursday.
D and I spent all morning wreaking havoc on what we, ahem, fondly refer to as our "mulch pile" in the backyard-- basically the repository of four years of yard detritus. It was a five foot tall pile of leaves, grass clippings and large branches, a monument to our gardening laziness, safely out of sight behind the neighbor's fence. So well forgotten that small trees had grown up through it to about ten feet high. Now?? It's gone.
Happy happy, joy joy.
And now I have a potting corner, where there will shortly be a table and all manner of fun pots and accoutrements. I also have a place for a real compost heap once I rake out some of the leaves and grass clippings as well-- Aunt C would be proud. Yay!!!
