[FroedrickVonFreepenstein]

To mulch, or not to mulch, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to bag
The sticks and leaves of outrageous autumn,
Or to rake piles against a sea of leaves
And by raking end them. To bag—to dispose,
No more; and by a bag to say we end

The back-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To bag, to rake;
To mulch, perchance to fertiize, there's the rub:
For in that fertilization of yard what fungus may come,
When we have mulched into this fertile soil,
Must give us pause—there's the rake
That makes calamity of so long weekend.

[Vermont Lt]

That is outstanding.

[campaignPete R-CT]

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[Sans-Culotte]

LOL!