Yesterday was the first day of spring and most of the garden is still dead, dead, dead or sleeping, pretending to be dead. Fortunately, winter is starting to let go of its frigid grip. I guess I could do some weeding and cleaning up in preparation for springtime weather. That’s my specialty, unlike my husband who thinks if the job can’t be accomplished with power equipment, it is not worth doing. This is just one of the many examples of the adage, “boys and their toys”. I am looking forward to the next few months and welcome the competition of the neighbors when my husband will resume his absolute reign over the turf once more. To say that my husband is passionate about the turf would be an understatement. In his opinion, if the turf doesn’t look like it could host a PGA tour, it needs more work!
All the dead leaves and shrub clipping will be gathered in a trash barrel and will be saved for the first time my husband mows the lawn. He will spread the dead vegetation around and mow right over it. We are big believers in mulching. No need in sacking this for the landfill, when this can be mulched into organic matter which eventually through the decaying process returns nitrogen to the soil.
Mr. Squirrel was celebrating the first day of spring, being very entertaining with his acrobatic maneuvers. He seems to think this is an all you can eat buffet. Alas, me, myself and I will be the cleanup crew of the garden. Time to get started.