Being New Year’s Eve and all, I had originally planned to rev up the glamour quotient on my good deeding today.
But since my ball gown and tiara are at the cleaners (I don’t actually own a ball gown or tiara), I decided to collect trash instead.
But glamorous trash — sort of — in my local park, complete with fancy playground … and benches.
Many mornings, I wave hello to the 15 to 20 daycare kids who waddle by in their snowsuits (hanging onto a rope) on the way to play in said park.
And since the snow had melted a little recently, I’d noticed the litter popping up all over the park. It started to snow again today so before it got too deep I headed for the park, bag in hand.
At first, I cursed my woollen mitts because they made it much harder to pick up the stray water bottles, chocolate milk cartons and (believe it or not) full-size barbecue cover I found.
But they turned out to be the perfect protective accessory. I came up against a thorny shrub and the mitts helped me safely extricate a Red Bull can, Tim Horton’s cups and other wrappers trapped within its prickly branches.
Once again, almost everything I found was recyclable — except for the BBQ cover and some unused anti-static dryer sheets (???).
No, not much glamour, but at least next year the kids can play in a tidier park.
Happy New Year, folks!
I wish you much peace and happiness for 2009 and beyond!
In the spirit of the new year, a Happy person I know was kind enough to share John O’Donohue’s lovely blessing/poem “Beannacht” — here it is read aloud. Enjoy!
P.S. After reading my last post, “Tree time,” a reader (thank you, Bea!) sent along this photo of a beautiful tree in Goes, Zeeland Province, in The Netherlands (a most definitely huggable one!).