Mulch anyone?
I'm a maelstrom magnet. Okay, maybe not maelstrom . Try disaster diva. Me and Murphy's law? All year I have been looking out of my kitchen window at my neglected garden. During my crazy year of busy-ness, there was no time for weeding, mulching, pruning or planting. The garden was relegated to the bottom of the priority list. (This, in part, may have had something to do with my lack of a green thumb and having a dodgy back.) After walks around the neighbourhood with the dog, I would return feeling extremely envious of anyone with a weed-free, mulched, well-tended garden, and the view from my kitchen window became harder and harder to bear. So, when our next-door neighbour asked our household to take part in a sustainability study as part of a course she was doing at Swinburne University, and we had to show that we were going to follow through on our good intentions to save water, I decided to re-mulch the back garden. The timing of this decision was unfortunate. It was during t