Our playground mulch is gone. Time and wind has erased it from the space. When the snow is there, it doesn’t matter, but once the ice melts, there is a huge expanse of slippery mud. One of our staff people and her husband got a local tree guy to donate a big pile of mulch that had been a living tree just hours earlier.
The kids helped spread it out wheelbarrow load by wheelbarrow load, It took about an hour and a half.
And that, gentle readers, is why my back is sore.