#15 The Mulch Pile

This year, I'm going to spend 31 days writing about places.  In my profession, I talk about place-based writing quite a bit.  I frame it like this when I share:  We believe in the power of including spaces in the process of writing.  Place-based writing is the concept that the place where we write may influence our thinking, impacting the writer’s perspective, engagement, ownership, and/or purpose.  I'm really jazzed up, thinking about where I will spend time as a writer in 31 different spaces this month and how I can use each post to share a little slice of my day. 

Today, my local mulch pile.

Yesterday, I sat in my yard for hours.  Hubby cooked meat.  I sat by a fire.  It was nice.  Also, I got that itch... the 'the yard is not tidy' itch.  

It's not quite spring here.  It keeps going back and forth between 20 degree days and 60 degree days.  I think I've gotten just enough sun on the handful of nice days to begin to come out of my own shell.  My yard's winter very much mirrors my body's winter.  

I tried really hard to accept the mindset of rest this winter.  It's hard.  I like to be busy.  It makes me frustrated when my own body doesn't want to be busy.  Yesterday was some hope... that my body has just been in winter mode and not just old as I have been fearing.  

Mulching today will be a call of celebration of youth and of spring and of the busy-body days to come.  

I LOVE this place.  My city has a free mulch pile that is created from trimming the trees of all of the city parks.  The amount of mulch I have in my yard could never be financially sustainable without it.  It's a happy place that makes my happy place (my yard) better.  

Even though it's gloomy out today.  I'll relish in mulching today knowing that the yard will soon be full of green grass, sunny days, birds, and flowers.