Yesterday I transplanted a few marigolds and petunias into the garden. While doing so, I noticed teeny tiny weeds just starting to come up. Almost microscopic. But there they were. I knew what I had to do. In the barn there were a couple of bales of spoiled hay that J.R. can't eat. It'll give him a belly ache. But they are still quite precious… to me. I hauled four wheelbarrows full to the garden and mulched all the paths and the open area between the tomatoes. An hour and a half of work, to avoid many hours of weeding later. I'm watering it for a while to settle the mulch. I feel like I've just come back from the gym. Whew!