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23. Leaves


Leaf litter is always an interesting subject.  Add an old stone wall to get double your money.

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  1. Leaf litter is good on the forest floor, but not in a suburban garden. Not MY suburban garden at any rate. Which reminds me: I want to indulge myself with a (mini) mulcher this year coming.

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    1. Mulchers are fine but only if you are doing leaves. I find the home variety quite useless for even the smallest twigs despite it supposedly being able to handles thin sticks.

      I don't really know why you bother though. I just put them on the garden as is and they work fine. I guess not so good if you want a tidy looking garden. I just let them all fall and sweep once - the autumn leaves that is. The pine needles and lillipilly leaves are a nuisance because they fall all year. I sweep them every few months.

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