And Mulch, Mulch More

I paid, including transport, $400 (CAD) for 10 cubic yards of mulch to put on my garden.

In the truck that delivered it, it looked like a huge quantity.

Once in a pile on the ground, it seemed — while still significant — not the “scary” quantity of mulch I was hoping to get for four benjami-whoever-is-on-our-hundred-dollar-bill-probably-a-maple-leafs.

Still, gotta start somewhere.

And putting mulch on top of your soil is insane. It’s like literally putting money into your soil, only better.

Until I can crack the code to get tree crews to deliver to me (for free or otherwise), this is a suitable beginning and will take long enough anyway for me to shovel, wheelbarrow out and dump in my perennial herb beds — and wherever else I can manage it.

Check out the heart-shaped rock I found…(above)

Detail shot

In the picture above, that’s an old harrow I pulled out of a barn. Presumably was horse drawn at one point and still in halfway decent shape. Here’s a site where a guy pulls a metal harrow across the soil himself — sounds like a not half bad idea. See also this graphic for an idea of how old that basic harrow design is (at least 1,000 years, maybe older — but with metal spikes in the slots above).

Anyway, I didn’t come here to talk about harrows. I came to talk about mulch…

And more mulch…

Inside and outside the beds, because craziness.

And mulch mulch more…

Found an old bouquet of flowers being thrown out and “threw it on the pile” to break down.

Decay is beautiful. Decay is good. We want decay in the garden. We need decay. Growth is not the only metric.

Sadly, I’ll probably run through the remnants of the mulch pile in the next day or two.

Which means only one more thing: have to get more mulch!

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