Sunday evening: black sacks of yard waste piled at neighboring curbs, trophies of the weekend’s work.
Count to see who has the most.
Just Musing
Sunday evening: black sacks of yard waste piled at neighboring curbs, trophies of the weekend’s work.
Count to see who has the most.
On our own street, garbage cans so full that the lids pop open, busted out-of-a-box furniture piled alongside broken branch mounds. Our can is full and heavy, but the lid stays closed!