Beside the Stream

I had a flat tire today, which took the time I would have spent putting together the post I had in mind.  Instead, it’s 8:30 and I still have to make a full loaf of croutons… so I’ll show you what happened to the mulch.

I have a giant bed that goes 220 feet

all the way along the slope.   A lot of it is newly transplanted this year so it doesn’t look like much, but it’ll fill in.  And this bed can swallow a truckload of mulch for breakfast–Sam and I spread that load in 35 minutes flat.   

I am clearly out of my mind for building a bed this big.  So many excuses– it makes sense with the contours of the land; it’s all native cultivars so the bed almost takes care of itself– but the real excuse is this:

  Le coeur a ses raisons, que la raison ne connaît point.

“The heart has its reasons, that reason knows not of.”  

(Blaise Pascal 1623-1662, French mathematician and theologian)