After an exhausting erradication of the mint patch in my backyard and beheading of the aspen upstarts that shouldn't be in my groundcover, I pause. I wonder: How am I going to fit all this in my garbage can with the grass and the tree clippings? It just can't be done.
So, acting upon an idea from my mother, I stand and watch my across-the-street-neighbor's garbage be emptied. I wait for the garbage truck to go around the corner before I hurry over and drag the black can over to my withering mint/aspen pile. I smile casually at the mother and children out on a walk and hastily stuff my garbage into my neighbor's can. I put it out on the curb beside my own can.
Stealing? No, of course not. Dave has let me use his can for similar things. A large pile of man-eating rosebush branches. Grass that wont fit in my can.
Manipulating the system? Perhaps. But if the neighbor's want to look at my yard without wincing sacrifices are needed on every side. I have to take precious study time to prune my bushes. Dave lends me his can. The garbage lady has to empty two cans instead of one at my house. But my yard becomes less of an eye-sore so ultimately we all win.
Why does this matter? Because it pleases me. Which is what this blog is for.
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