I have a lot of memories of our old house which sat on a very busy major street in our town. We had absolutely no privacy in the front yard, but lots of stories to tell. Here is another one:
I was mowing our front lawn. I have claimed the right to mow the front lawn mostly because I have planted two dozen trees, flowers and shrubs out front in the hopes of gaining some of the privacy we lost when our fifteen year old pine tree was destroyed by ice four years ago.
You don't realize how exposed and naked you are in your front lawn until you lose a thirty foot tall by twenty foot wide evergreen. Suddenly the world is staring at you when you look out the front door, stand on the porch and of course do anything in your front yard.
have to endure the constant noise and wind of passing vehicles, trucks, semis, you name it going by on our somewhat busy street. But the biggest hazard is trash.
Whether it's the wind picking up trash from the trash container in the apartment complex across the street or what I actually suspect is not so nice people throwing things out their car windows either way trash is a hazard.
I am reminded of the anti pollution commercial famous in the 1970's of a Native American standing near the forest on a highway and some woman throwing an entire bag of trash out her car window and it lands at his feet. As a kid I always thought he should have taken his bow and arrow and shot the tire of their car but he was nicer than I was.
Mowing along our yard I have found beer bottles, cans, wrappers of White Castle burgers, Chick Fil A, Arbys, and masks which apparently people are still wearing (and should wear if they are driving past my house throwing out trash). The other day I found one fake fur Easter bunny ear lying on the ground. That was just disturbing. But all this is particularly gross in our post Covid world of not wanting to touch anything that might have 'the GERM' on it. Especially a discarded mask!!!
And I won't even go into the number of times I've hit paper napkins which explode all over the yard looking like I hit a confetti canon. The mulching attachment on our mower doesn't make this any better. It just mulches up the paper into even better flying confetti.
I either have to get over my germ phobia or begin wearing gloves to pick up trash. But I happen to like getting a tanned while mowing so gloves are definitely out. I would have a golfer's tan!
So on I mow, trying to swerve around the debris, put on a glove and go back and pick it up afterwards.
Maybe I could make up social media memes asking people not to throw trash. Or just stop being a baby and pick it all up, like a good citizen. :)
No comments:
Post a Comment