I have bags of mulch, some emptied out, some waiting for emptying . . .  and I making them my minions in the war against weeds. This morning, I dug out one ugly, big-leafed fellow that was the size of a pizza pan from under the blue spruce. It was behind the clubhouse and I guess it had a “growth spurt”  . . .  I was afraid maybe it would start eating me, not getting enough food from the soil.

I am more boring than usual today since I am mulch-obssessed.  I am practically singing The Mulch Song, which doesn’t exist except for my chanting of  Mulch Mulch Mulchies Mulch Mulch Mulch Mulchies Mulch Mulch Mulch Mulchies Mulch Mulch Mulch Mulchies Mulch . (It’s similar to that old stand-by from Sesame Street, “Street, street, street” sung to the tune of On Wisconsin.

It is humid and still outside and I’m wondering if we’re going to have some wind and rain and maybe thunder and lightning . . . Oh, no, what if we have a tornado and the mulch blows away!!?!