I really enjoy the path I walk. Though the hill is tough, the view at the top is so worth it. The only problem with that path is the stinky mulch and mothballs.
Someone must have come up with the idea that if the dye mulch pitch black and make it reek like stinky socks, rotten eggs, a compost bin, and a manure pile, that people would buy it. And they were right. You can smell it three houses before you reach it, and it follows you after. Crossing to the other side of the street doesn’t help. And if it’s fresh, it’s a strong enough stench to make you gag. I have not figured out why Knoxville-ans like it so much. Regular mulch is pretty. And it smells better too! (more…)