Every year I attempt to thwart the encroachment of weeds. Every year I manage to eke out victorious battles! Every year, though, the weeds come back again having won that year's war.
So far, I've not seen any poison ivy. Poison ivy and I have a long-standing feud. It hates me and I hate it. As with many other hatreds, it doesn't actually matter much. In the scheme of the world, my relationship with poison ivy doesn't matter in the slightest.
This year we purchased a huge quantity of mulch. While I began toting it around the yard most admirably, I have since become less ardent. The places where I did put lots and lots of mulch down are doing quite well--largely free of weeds and looking soft and warm and lovely.
Places where I haven't put down the mulch are shaggy and healthy and green.
There is one odd exception: I keep finding bones growing on the mulch. And there's a little, brown, hairy, barking farmer tending them.
Posted by dotty at May 24, 2005 11:23 PM