One Matt managed to aquire a small mountain of mulch this week and spread it all over the yard with a goodly measure of yelling and frustration. So much work. But so much nicer than the big brown smear of the bed he “opened up” last year. He is addicted to “opening up beds” and then freaking out while they continue to grow acres of weeds. He has been veritably hysterical about it. Then my cosmos reseeded itself to be... Read more