Almost two months ago the Main Roads Department saw fit to spend thousands of dollars driving up and down our highway, clearing roadside trees and mulching them. Much of the resulting mulch was returned to towns for use in public gardening projects, roundabouts and the like. Some fortunate roadside dwellers were also given some if they so desired. I most gratefully jumped at the opportunity and asked for as much as they were prepared to spare.
Bogging the first truck they sent through the gate, I found myself the recipient of one load of mulch only. Deposited at the yards, some distance from our house.
So earlier this week Sarah and I set about hooking the trailer to the quad-bike, gathering up some shovels and set off. After much shovelling, sweating, huffing, puffing and more sweating, we had filled our trailer and not left so much as a slight indent in the mulch-pile. With approximately 154 trailer loads to go, we decided to call in the big guns.
Enter the mechanised She-Devil.
Better suited to a museum display, this old beast was one of Matthew's Clearance Sale finds. An antiquated loader, prerequisites to driving her include a steely determination, overpowering personality and a Charles Atlas physique.
158 trips from house to yards to house, 79 bucket loads of mulch, 356 pot holes, 172 aching muscles, three chiropractic visits and a physiotherapist appointment later, the gardens are mulched.