While Terry was off doing something important on the farm, somewhere….I decided it was time to clean up the TRASH pile. This is the spot where we throw stuff to be sorted later…something that Might have a value i.e., meaning be used again some how.
It had grown to magnificent proportions…flowing not only into my flower beds, but way out into the road and towering enough I was afraid it might topple.
I cleaned and sorted, placed copper in tubs, put steel together, tin together, wire together, rust together…then had Terry look everything over.
After he was satisfied with the fact there was nothing there but junk. We loaded up the pick-up, strapped everything down and headed to the dump. In our case The Adobe Landfill—-calling it a dump is so —gauche (lacking grace 🙂 ).
Sometimes I’m stunned at the amount of trash, we as a people can collect. And here in our dump/landfill no scavenging is allowed. So the trash all stays right here. Covered up in the hopes it will eventually over-time rot.
A mountain(s) of trash.
Although, I AM grateful for these landfills–when I was a child, and even when my children were young—-even though there was a city/county dump—some people would go out and ‘dump’ their trash just any old place…out of site out of mind. Today actions like that are illegal, which is a good thing.
We still have some more things to haul to the metal recycle business in Montrose, but for a spell I need to focus on my yard.
And getting the pinto bean ground wet. Next week we will start planting corn!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,