“It seems pretty quiet today.”
I had just pulled up the weigh station at the Alpha Ridge Landfill. It was around ten on a Saturday morning, normally prime time for dump visits.
“It’s real slow for a Saturday,” the attendant observed.
Last weekend we had finally gotten around to trimming our
ornamental grasses, just in time to miss the last day of curbside yard waste
collection. I told Mama Wordbones I’d haul the clippings to the dump.
It turns out today was the perfect day. There were no crowds
and the yard waste area of the landfill was beautiful with a fresh coat of
snow.
On this January morning, there were more deer tracks than
tire tracks.
