We are preparing for spring with a fresh layer of pine straw. For you Northerners, that’s the Southern equivalent of mulch.
Adam puts out about 50 bales in the spring and fall. Luckily for me, I break out in a rash if it touches me so I am saved from this process. The rash is my story and I’m sticking to it.
Lily has stepped up and taken my place in the process. Such a good helper!