Tonka Trucks in the Real World
I love The Rock Pile. You go there, mull over the mulch menu, ask a couple of questions, and hand over an entirely reasonable amount of money, then the next day a guy shows up at your house with a dump truck and dumps what you ordered into your driveway. If you're lucky, they send a cute young driver as an added bonus. No careful calculation of how many bags you can get into the car, then making the number of trips you need to get enough. No tossing of seventy bazillion plastic bags. No lingering mulch smell in the car.

The only downside to this is that then you have to deal with the pile in the driveway pretty much right away. You don't have the luxury of doing the base of one tree today, the base of another tomorrow, the front garden next weekend, the herb garden a week from Tuesday, and so on. It's mulching marathon when the dump truck shows up.

My five yards of double-shredded arrived at 10:30 this morning, and I've just now spread the last of it, less about a 90-minute break to plot the Merry Arts golf outing with my sister. Five yards of mulch is a lot. One hundred thirty-five square feet — probably more, really, since as you shovel it into the wheelbarrow, if fluffs up. I lost track after sixty trips with the wheelbarrow.
- posted by Lori @ 6:35:00 PM | permanent link | |