Green

The fiddleheads are up, both in the market stalls and in the front yard.  The weeds are especially vigorous this year.  I looked out the door and there was something 4 feet tall that I would swear had not been there the day before.  I know it must have been there, but obviously it had not caught my eye until grew out of proportion to everything else around it. 

Perhaps it was a beanstalk.

I was pretty efficient in my tasks today and I had time to go out in the yard a bit to begin to grapple it back under my control, but I decided I needed sewing time instead.  The yard will become overgrown, and when winter comes it will all die back again, and sometime I will again exert my will on my little piece of land.  In the greater scheme of things it is a small matter.  As for sewing.  I am a much nicer person when I can spend a little time fondling the fabric.

I almost forgot to bring the garbage cans down from the top of the hill.  I had been left a note on the can that I should put all my paper trash in plastic bags so that it doesn’t blow around when they are emptying it into the truck.  I know this makes sense, and I know many people are required to tie up all their trash in plastic, but there is no local requirement about this and the garbage collection company never demanded it before.  Since we contract individually with collection agencies, it is not a service provided by the community and paid for by our taxes even though they are high enough, I never bothered.

I do understand the reasoning behind the request although I think it seems awfully wasteful of plastic bags.

But then I don’t want to run around collecting paper from the neighbor’s yards either.