RECYCLING

This is weird. I love to recycle, because it makes me feel so near to God. Isn't that something? Recyling always makes me think of my Mother and my Grandmother. Nothing ever went to waste around our place. When the meal was finished all the bowls were empty. I can remember Grandma's dishwater even went in to the slop bucket for the pigs to eat. When my mother did the wash on the board out under the trees. even the wash water and the rinse water was dumped around the trees my mother had recently planted. I suppose by the time it went thru the dirt and got to the roots of the trees it was made pure by the process. When I think of the things I could say on this subject, I know in my heart it worth another blog another day another item.