Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Why I Never (Well, Hardly Ever) Buy Mulch

Over the last twenty-five years a tide of mulch--some shredded, some chipped, some brown, some bright orange--has spread over America.  It makes the landscaping in people's gardens, around the parking lots of malls, and in front of filling stations look calm and controlled, like a room after the bed has been made.

I have bought mulch in my time--heavy, cumbersome bags of it--though never as much as I needed to achieve that well-bedded look.  Every spring, if I were dedicated to that look or if my house were within sight of critical suburban eyes,  I would buy another dozen bags to supplement the dwindling original layers of the stuff. 

But I don't.  Instead, I combine spring clean-up and mulching into a single effort. 

First I go around the garden collecting the dried-out remnants of last summer's plants:  the baptisia branches, the peony stems, the dried sedums, and the six-foot stalks of what is either a small sunflower or a Jerusalem artichoke.  I gather armfuls of the stuff and, instead of carting it into the woods, I pile it thickly along the back of the flower beds, having first pushed the remnants of the store-bought mulch to the front.  Then I stomp on the piles to break them up and so the wind won't blow them away.

This home-grown mulch is dun-colored and, at least to my countrified eyes, fairly innocuous.  It saves me not only money and gas but many trips into the woods, which is a good thing in this busy season.  And in a couple of weeks, when the baptisia and the peonies and the giant hostas and the pachysandra and the columbines all explode, you won't be able to see my home-grown mulch unless you look really, really closely. 

Fortunately my gardening friends and I, by unspoken compact, only look closely at what is admirable--that hardy lavender!  that budding rose bush!  Our friendship-trained eyes barely register the sprouting bishop's weed, the un-harvested dandelions, and that stack of old stalks laid on the ground at the back of the flower bed. 

Blinking away the undesirables, we look each other in the face and declare that what with the crazy weather, and the absence of bees, and those horrible invasive species this is the most challenging, impossible gardening year ever, and it will be a miracle if we can get a single plant to survive until the October frosts arrive.

6 comments :

  1. I have been looking for mulch alternatives...maybe I will try that next year! We had flooding rains here last week and I had just put some lawn seed down on the patchy parts. I don't have a lot of lawn, but for now it exists for the dogs. Anyway, all that seed washed up on over the side walk into the parkway flower bed. The one I worked so hard at to pull up the grass for planting flowers and bulbs! Ack. It will take a few hours work to pull up all those little grasses. And I am not reseeding that part of the lawn! Definitely mulching that area!

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  2. I tried to reseed a patch of lawn where the dogs run. Three years later, there's hardly any grass there.

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  3. I remember mulch - too tidy - I like your alternative better. Now I have pots on a lanai - a half bag does it.

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  4. Welcome, Rosemary! Pots on a lanai...do you have any idea how exotic that sounds?

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  5. We mulch some -- but not as much as the neighbors do. We once got some mulct that smelled of chocolate! That was wonderful, but always made me want to eat a candy bar.

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  6. I remember when mulch first invaded Maryland.

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