Our pasture trees need a
bit more thought, but the rest of the perennials are finally mulched
down for the winter. I played around with this and that whenever
the urge struck or the materials were on hand, so the ground beneath
our trees and bushes is a hodge-podge of living cover
crops, piles
of dead autumn weeds,
two-year-old composted
wood chips, tree
leaves raked out of the woods, and deep
bedding from the chicken coops.
Oh, and I shouldn't forget
the logs and stumps scattered helter-skelter around the bases of my
trees and bushes. This stump in particular has a long and
illustrious history since the bulldozer that hauled in our trailer used
it as a counterweight to make sure the machine didn't tip over when
pulling our ancient mobile home up the ford.
The wood has slowly wasted away into top-notch soil in the nearly six
years since I took the shot below with our two new pets in January 2007.
I'm not sure how a post
that was originally going to be about mulch longevity worked its way
around to highlighting Huckleberry, but our ultra-spoiled cat thinks
that's the way things should always be. I'll try to stay on topic
tomorrow.