...or actually, just one single wheel. My friend C, who has been helping in the garden, insisted that we needed a wheelbarrow. "How do you bring things from one end of the yard to the other?" she wanted to know. When I told her that we just carry them, she smiled and told me that she would find me the perfect wheelbarrow.
And she did... not exactly the perfect color (light brown) but she told me that they didn't make this particular model in either hot pink, apple red, or purple. I told her they would sell more wheelbarrows to women if they offered more (and prettier) color choices.
Be that as it may, we now have a brown wheelbarrow. C has filled it up with pulled weeds and I have wheeled it across the yard to the compost pile and dumped the contents without so much as breaking a nail. And rather than five or six trips back and forth with buckets of weeds, it took just one trip with the wheelbarrow.
The flowerbeds are shaping up nicely. Morning Glory seeds have been planted by the walkway, azaleas have been moved to a not-so-scorching flowerbed that's more protected from the afternoon sun, roses have been pruned, weeds have been relocated to the compost pile, and ant hills have been sprinkled with white powder.
New mulch has been spread in the smaller flowerbeds that have been completed... and it took our cat Gatsby about two hours to discover the sweet-smelling mulch and decide it was the perfect spot to use as a litter box.
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