The owners in my condo complex take turns setting out the trash and recycle bins. When it’s my turn my compulsive habits get in the way. The instructions are explicit, No plastic bags! But there are always plastic bags mixed in with the papers and bottles! I can’t put the stuff at the curb without sorting out the bags and putting them in the trash. On the weeks when it isn’t my turn, I try not to look.
We first started recycling in Andover 45 years ago. Bottles were separated by color, green, brown, and clear. Cans had to have both ends removed and be flattened. Papers couldn’t contain any cardboard and, in the beginning, no glossy pages. Once collected, we had to load the bins into the station wagon and head to the town Dump along with our trash. Cast off household items also went, threadbare rugs, broken chairs, toasters that no longer worked, all went to the landfill.
Saturday mornings were eagerly awaited. One or more of our four sons would go on the dump run and the station wagon invariably returned bearing treasures cast off by some other family. The boys then happily spent the afternoon recycling their treasures. They might build a go-cart, add a lava lamp to their room decor, or disembowel a non-functioning radio, depending on what had been salvaged. Weeks or months later, these would go back to the dump to be replaced with other equally interesting bits and pieces.
Laura’s recycling habits today are worthy of a gold star. Bottles and cans go into a bin. A composting bucket holds any scrap of food that isn’t consumed and even the most minuscule piece of paper goes into a paper bag to be recycled. Not content to manage her own recycling, she keeps a close eye on the rest of the family and lets us know when we aren’t being diligent enough.
At the orchard we are doing our bit to Go Green by recycling, composting, growing “no spray” veggies, turning used oil into biodiesel to run the tractors, generating hot water via solar panels, and burning wood from old trees to heat the greenhouse.