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I didn't know there were other people like me, except for the ones I meet at the close-out shelves, but we don't share the full extent of our addiction as Jeremy did. The worst part is when the emptied plastic pots are discovered, though hidden, and the new "finds' are found, sort of tucked in with the ones that are STILL not planted, but loved. Have crept out more and more into "my husband's" lawn. It is a power struggle! Thanks, Jeremy, for detailing all the "symptoms," of which I have every one...and maybe even more! I think I'll give my husband this article. At least we haven't got the manure pile ripening, though we did once have l8 truckloads of mulch from tree trimmers dumped!
Been there, done that, too, with the mulch loads, Path. I only took one truckload though. The tree company was surprised I wanted it because it was mostly ground up palm fronds from the trees in front of the symphony hall where I was working in subscription sales. It turned out to be some of the best mulch ever! Slow to decay and no seeds to sprout!