My intentions were good. Last fall, instead of burning our Cardboard boxes, I flattened them, stored them in the toolshed, and then when I took the plastic for recycling, I loaded the cardboard.
Then came Christmas which is a time of cardboard. Like a good citizen, I stored the mountains of boxes in the shed with every intention of recycling it.
Today, when I walked inside the shed to pick up a tool, I tripped over a cracker box and almost fell. An avalanche of cardboard spilled out the door.
I guess I could have picked it up and restacked it, but that didn't happen. Dragging stacks of boxes to the burn pile, I fired that baby up.
I really wish our community had access to recycling, but it's a rural county that has higher priorities.
With a rake, I kept the fire contained and it got increasingly smaller. Once there was nothing left but embers, I took the hosepipe and sprayed the area.
When I went back to the shed to put the rake back inside, I had to smile at all the room in there now.
I promised Mother Nature I'd do a better job in the future.
