It's All Happening at the Dump

I rode along with S. yesterday on her recycling run over the mountain. It was EPIC. We went to four different places to drop off various and sundry items that filled her pickup.

One of those stops was the dump.

I love the dump.

This is why... I brought these home:

One of them I will use to protect a small plant from the deer. The other two, I'm not sure, but I was NOT going to leave them at the dump!

These last few days have been quintessential 'Indian Summer' days. I can't seem to stay in the house, even though I have lots to do in here. I keep making excuses to go outside. This might have something to do with some forecasted rain in the next few days. My monkey brain knows what's coming. Do humans have internal barometers?

(You wish. But you obviously have a dumpster diving meter of some sort. I can't imagine why you are bragging about it in public.)

Wait till you see that tall trellis thing holding up a sweet pea or a morning glory next year. You'll see...

I remember the one time you went to the dump and you saw those poison flowers, too. The finds you found remind me of when my grandpa Clarence F took us kids to the dump up north during the summers while up at the cottage when we would go to the city dump with our neighbors and friend of his named Dave Williams. As kids, a treasure trove of things at the dump, we would find to take to the cottage, but ONCE our visit was OVER our treasures HAD to go back to the dump at the end of the stay at the cottage. If grandpa found ANYTHING, he, too took it back to the dump at the end of our stay at the cottage as well to prove to us kids to do the same thing. Sometimes this irritated grandma, but she would shake her head and laugh at what her grandkids and their friends found at the dump because we never brought anything dirty back from the smallest place in town at times. Those days were the fun part of the trip, LOL! Your finds are permanent for gardening and don’t hav3 to return it to the dump these days.

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