Georgetown residents put their plastic bags, films and cellophane in a yellow stuffer bag like this one. Only problem is, residents have to go to the local collection center once a month to pick up the free bags. I think more people would use the bags if they could be picked up somewhere like the local grocery store.
With the Christmas tree down and all the holiday decorations put away, today was the day to drop the tree off at our local collection center, where it will be ground up and used for mulch. With the help of my father-in-law and his van, it was a piece of cake and we were home in a half-hour. And it was free. As I was dropped off at home, the garbage truck went by and I could see the green branches of at least one Christmas tree sticking out the back, destined most likely for the landfill rather than the mulch pile.
It made me wonder why, when there are options provided by municipalities for recycling things like Christmas trees, don’t more people don’t take advantage of them? A story in our local newspaper right after Christmas said more than 300 people bring their trees to the collection site each year. With the population of Georgetown at around 50,000 (it was about 47,400 in the 2010 census and it’s only gotten bigger), something tells me there are a lot of people out there throwing their tree in the trash instead of getting it recycled.
I’m sure my old garden looks somewhat like this photo, taken in early 2014. Yes, there are times I miss the snow!
The weather in Texas the past several days — cold, windy and downright blustery — has gotten me feeling a bit sentimental about the state I’ve spent most of my life in and where all of my siblings and parents still reside. We’ve always gotten together at my parents’ house for Christmas to eat, drink, laugh and enjoy each others’ company. Among other dishes, Christmas food always includes my mom’s homemade chicken noodle soup, potatoes, Polish blood sausage (it’s my favorite; I drown it in vinegar) and lots of cookies and candies. Of course, there’s always the customary Old-Fashioned (or three) for the adults, too! We fill our bellies before we open gifts in the basement, although several trays of goodies always seem to make their way down the stairs, begging us to munch on them while watching the kiddos delight in their presents. We oblige, of course, because it’s Christmas and it shouldn’t be any other way. Continue reading