I Want Your Garbage
After the church service, I found a bag of garbage by my tire.
This is a good thing.
Donna had left it there on purpose and I applaud her efforts. A few people in my church indulge me in my weird habit of playing with garbage. My son took this picture right after I got home.
Some people post pictures of themselves and the fish they caught or the deer they killed. My trophy is a bag of kitchen scraps. Right after the photo op, I emptied the bag contents into one of my composters then took the shovel and spread it around. This has become a common Sunday afternoon ritual.