The Recycling Station

When walking by the trash and recycling area at a recent outdoor wedding, I thought nothing of the signs and containers for clear glass, brown glass, aluminum, plastic silverware, burnables. I, too, live in the country where trash disposal choices are limited. We could pay the high price of weekly trash collection. But that would involve hauling trash cans to the end of a quarter-mile driveway, and hoping to not find the trash scattered by animals or bored teens. Unfortunately, some folks still have a "farm dump," usually at the edge of their farm, where they throw their trash. We opt to take our trash to the town dump, now called the Transfer Station, every few months. Because we pay per pound and must store it until the dump run to town, we sort trash. We have containers for glass, aluminum, cans, plastics and newspapers. We keep a burnable bag for cereal boxes, cardboard containers and such. We compost and feed food scraps to the dogs and chickens. That leaves little trash left to haul to the dump.