Sounds German. Actually, I have never figured out the art of mulching. You pile it on. It dries out and gets full of dead leaves, bits of detritus and sand, and the next year you do the same till you've built up a mesa of junk - sort of like a capped landfill.
So I spent today digging the top layer of old stuff off and dumping it in potholes around the yard. Then there's raking and laying landscape fabric to keep the danged weeds at bay. Then there's the mulch-slinging to cover the landscape fabric. I like black cedar mulch. It makes my car smell good and it's faux bottom soil - the black cedar mulch looks like the nice rich river valley soil which I'd give my eye teeth for. NH has rocks, not soil.
So now I'm pooped and think I'll go sit out on the deck with a glass of wine.
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