I love the arrival of spring, except for this one thing: the ubiquitous stink of new mulch everywhere. I lack words for how much I loathe the way it smells. I think I’d prefer if they fertilized everything with cow manure. Why does it smell so bad? What’s the magic ingredient of suck that goes into mulch to make it so repugnant? Fresh mown grass? Fantastic. Sawdust? To a woodworker like me, it smells like home.
Mulch? I am certain that’s what Satan’s armpits smell like after a long day of tormenting souls in on of the hotter parts of Hades. On the day he forgot his anti-persperant.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
Well I used to say something in my profile about not quite being a “tinker, tailor, soldier, or spy” but Tom stole that for our about us page, so I guess I’ll have to find another way to express that I am a man of many interests.
Hmm, guess I just did.
My tastes run the gamut from sophomoric to Shakespeare and in my “professional” life I’ve sold things, served beer, written software, and carried heavy objects… sometimes at the same place. It’s that range of loves and activities that makes it so easy for me to love DC – we’ve got it all.
