I finally gave in and I just don’t know what took me so long.
Corks, corks, and more corks have been all over the place in my yard and it is purely my own inability to react properly that has caused me grief.
When we were in Canada a few years ago, I saw that the proprietor of the Bed and Breakfast had placed old wine bottle corks on top of the soil in his large potted plants. It served as a wonderful, decorative mulch. I thought it was a great idea.
Little did I know.
The chipmunks, or at least I think it is mainly them and the squirrels, have been kicking them out in their desire to hide food for the winter. Of late, it has pretty much been an everyday occurrence.
I come out, I put them back in and before you know it, they are on the sidewalk again. I feel a bit like Sisyphus, pushing that boulder up to the top of the mountain only to have it fall back down. My job has been neverending. Today I got smart and gathered them all up into a bag for storage or some other situation.
What made me see the light was our granddog, Murphy, who was over and in typical Labrador mode, eating everything in sight, including the corks. For some reason, the light bulb finally went on.
I am not wasting my time on picking up those corks. I will settle for dealing with a bit of dirt here and there instead of that!