Mountain Of Mulch (255/365)

“A friendship can weather most things and thrive in thin soil; but it needs a little mulch of letters and phone calls and small, silly presents every so often - just to save it from drying out completely.” 

Pam Brown (Australian poet, b1948)

TIME:  11:50 AM
PLACE:  The front yard
SUBJECT:  Mulch

HH picked up 3 cubic yards of mulch this morning for our flower beds.  We last mulched about 4 years ago.  That was when I first edged the areas around the front and side of the house.  It is definitely time to add some more.  Things always look so much nicer with a fresh layer of tree bark.

This evening I went to a trivia night with some girlfriends.  These are friends I made while hanging out at the bar where I met HH.  We didn’t do so well; we came in second to last place.  We did win the honorary title of “Most Fun Table”...so that was something.  It was the pesky sports category that did us in.  I did surprise myself with my knowledge of the “Presidents” category, coming up with the answers from lord only knows where.  Afterwards, we went out for a couple of beers, some girl talk, and reminiscing about the old bar days.