All The Difference In The World

It's a beautiful day in the Pacific Northwest. The frost is gone. The clouds have parted. The trees are budding and the grass smells sweet. The gray has given way to color, and with the most intensity I can remember, I feel Spring.

Today, the capricious waste fairies left us a new recycling container. It's big, and in contrast to the three miniature bins we had before, it doesn't demand that I sort the recycling. I immediately transferred our precious detritus to its ample interior, and the semi-organized pile of junk on our garage floor has been replaced by clean bare concrete.