"Start spreading the mulch....
...they're weeding today...
...we want to BE a part of it...
...new mulch, new mulch!!!!!"
That's as much as we've got. Hey, this is the Little Apple, not the Big Apple, so it only figures our song is shorter. Besides, if I get this right, Mom and Dad are going to take all of this:
...and spread it in that front garden Dave showed you yesterday.
|"All of this, Zim?!?!"|
That looks like an awful lot of work!
|"Err... how about me and Zim supervise? From inside the house?"|
Mom and Dad said that would be just fine. (Whew!) Apparently, some of the mulch is going down here, too:
Remember Dave showed you that tier yesterday? Mom and Dad dug up a huge Maiden Grass yesterday, cut the root ball up, then transplanted some of it here and a couple others in different parts of the garden. Cool, huh? I hope it lives!
Anyway, we've got our work cut out for us today. Now that the mulch is here, we need to walk Mom and Dad, then they'll ..."Start spreading the mulch...." Ha roo roo roo! Mom's going to have that stuck in her head the WHOLE time!