I did it. I cleaned the trashy thicket. Unbelievably, the teensy area choked under a barrow full of metal waste, some random bits of lumber, and 9 large bags worth of trash. Over the last week, amid the glare of passersby, I cleaned that place spit-spot. You should see it. It is a sight. (I promise photos later.)
Am I pleased? What a question. I am beyond pleased. I may be overstating this slightly, but the whole experience was a revelation. I learned things. Like the fact that freeing nature from that tangled mass of human-made refuse made me feel so good. SO needed. Yes, I picked garbage for a whole bloody week. For one week, I was the crazy garbage lady. But when that week was up, a bluejay alit beside me in the thicket. Like, right there. Close enough that if I took one small step I could touch it. Do you know how blue a bluejay is? Well this one was like the clearest sky. It was a thank you from the heavens to this crazy little garbage lady. And I won’t soon forget it.
P.S. A huge thank you to Lo and The Boy for their help taking the trash to the pick-up location. Love you guys.