I was distracted at work yesterday. I waited for my mulch guy to call, then once he did call, and once he delivered my 15 yards of mulch — one pile in the driveway for the front beds and a second pile at the top of the hill out back for the back beds — I couldn’t stop looking out the window at it, or walking outside to smell it.
Now it’s Saturday, I am off of work for a week, and I’m waiting for the sun to come up so I can get started. I hear birds out there singing in the dark.
My excitement level to go to the nursery is high. I’ve been waiting for months. I can’t wait to see what flowers they’ll have in stock this early in the year that I can go ahead and buy. I have a few spots in the beds that are waiting for their plants before I fertilize and mulch.
Unfortunately, I think I’m going to have to cut down on my grass-killing. My continued expansion of flower beds is starting to get expensive. Between mulch prices going up and me adding another 300 square feet of flower bed last year, my garden budget is pretty much maxed out: I don’t have a lot left over for plants. I spent much of February dividing perennials to stretch what I’ve already got, but I want new flowers too!
I just want to kill a little more grass to round out the new bed so its edges aren’t so sharp, and then I’ll be done, I swear.
Only a few more hours before I can get to the nursery. Writing this got me a few minutes closer.