
I really don't understand where this stuff comes from. A couple of months ago I saw very small fragments of some red fabric. Now there is enough different fabrics on the path to upholstery an entire room.

I wore gloves to pick up the trash and brought a pair for Owen knowing that he would want them after seeing mine. I honestly thought that he would really just wander around rather than helping me pick up the trash, but I was wrong. He put on one of the gloves and actually helped me put things into the bag.

It's hard to see in this picture, but it is almost like someone took their recycling bin of plastic bottles and dumped it in the woods. It just breaks my heart. Not only the fact that people can leave trash randomly, but not even think about the fact that it is recyclable. Even more frightening is that people that I am extremely close to don't recycle. I really don't understand how that is possible. (You know who you are, and I am counting on you to change!)

Seriously people... a refrigorator door!!!!



This is such a beautiful place and I am dedicated to cleaning it up! If everyone picked a small area to concentrate on in their immediate lives, just imagine the results.

Owen running to tell me that he found even more trash. Don't worry big guy, hopefully in a couple of weeks there will only be the occasional beer bottle from recent teenagers hanging out.

I encourage you to take a walk and really see the trash that exists. Then take a few minutes to clean it up and let others see that they can make a difference too!


2 comments:
I always enjoy being mentioned on your blog! Good job and keep up the great work!
Once again you and Owen make Aunt Bev proud! Keep up your good works.
Do you want me to "out" the infamous anonymous non-recycler proud to be referenced in your blog?
Love you,
Aunt Bev
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