Day 136/365 It’s time to go, boxes, bottles and plastic containers

     Here at the cottage I’ve been storing up boxes (Cheerios) bottles (Spicy Hot V8 juice), and plastic containers (chicken salad from the deli) until I could put them out for recycle. Finally the day came when I was here on a Monday morning, which is when the town garbage truck come around.

      I’ve been taking my garbage home every week, but the carefully rinsed recyclables had to wait before I let go of them. There is something thoughtful, something ‘green’  about recycling on site, where the material is used. That’s my little theory as I do my best to reduce, reuse and recycle as intentionally as I can. 

Day 135/365 It’s time to go, Scuppers

     We enjoyed our grandpet’s visit for the week, but it was time for her to go back to her family today. I guess if she were ours, we’d work out a routine that didn’t involve letting her out at 2:15 in the morning.

Day 134/365 It's time to go, Nemo snow.

Nemo left eighteen inches of fluffy snow on our doorstep  today.

Our faithful plower came by promptly and opened up the driveway. 

The only problem is that because the snow was too deep, and our driveway too narrow, he couldn't remove the snow  which is now piled up in front of the garage doors. 

We are stuck here until someone, meaning us, gets out there and shovels it all to another pile. This is healthy outdoors exercise, they say, when done in moderation. More important, it is  time for the  snow to go, or we don't go, anywhere.

 

Day 133/365 It’s time to go, firewood

    Here we are, anticipating the Blizzard of 2013, ready to let go of this firewood. I don’t need to tell you that the snow is already accumulating around here. If you live in the northeast you’ve been paying attention to the forecast and are preparing for power outages should the wind or fallen branches get the best of you. If you live outside the storm zone, you’re probably bored with all the Face Book comments. 

 

    My husband has resurrected the never-used generator that he purchased twenty years ago. Because it is all gassed up and ready to go, I think that he is secretly hoping to call upon it to keep our computers working and coffee brewing. 

   

 Regardless of the weekend weather, we will be letting go of firewood in our woodstove in the kitchen, just as we do every winter evening.