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Trash compaction
It’s garbage day and I’m sitting in my garden.
From the seat by my birdbath, next to the ornamental grasses and bulb garden, I can see almost a block down our street. I see big black bag after big black bag, piled up, 3, 4, even as many as 7 per house. And there are a few, predominantly empty, recycling bins – maybe once every 3 houses.
In front of our house, I see 3 bags of paper recycling, 2 bins of aluminum and glass, one bin of plastic and a tied pile of broken down cardboard next to ONE white bag of garbage. Behind me, I see the compost.
One small bag. My family’s waste for the week is between a sixth and a fourteenth the amount of our neighbors. An avid cook, I’m certain that I’m not starving my family. On the contrary, I would wager a bet that my family is eating better than most of the heavy garbage producers on the block.
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