Fancy Less Trash

Fancy Free's birthday request to have friends and family pick up a bag of trash in her honor has given me more trouble than I thought. I'm all for my niece's really cool idea to spruce up Mother Earth, except I can't decide where I want to go to pick up my trash. While I know any bag of trash is one less bundle of cigarette butts, plastic bottles and food wrappers, I want my collection to be extra special. I don't want to pick up street trash. Do-gooders already claim a lot of streets through signage, although some streets seem a lot cleaner than others. And a quick look at local parks reveals that they are in pretty good shape. Now I'm thinking about the creek that runs close to my house. It is invisible to most of the neighborhood, but I suspect the ducks, deer and raccoons consider the creek to be an eyesore of a watering hole. So, let me carve my resolve in stone, or at least into my blog. I will pick up creek trash, in the spring, when it is warm. I will re-introduce myself to the wildlife nosing through rubbish for their morning drink. I might even spring for an orange zippered jumpsuit so they will know I'm there to pick up after people. Fancy Free, your birthday present will be late, but it is definitely in the works.