Of garbage and dreams

Sitting on the edge of my bed to put on my shoes, I grumble a bit in my spirit. I’m about to load the trunk of the minivan with a week’s worth of garbage. Smelly garbage because the mice have made a sudden, unwelcome return and there are a few mixed in with packaging and dirty diapers and junk mail. This isn’t exactly what I had in mind when we moved to the country, but we never thought to even inquire about trash service.

Who in the city really thinks about things like that? It never occurred to me that there might be places where the trash wasn’t picked up. The do-it-yourself country attitude already set our land on fire. Now it is filling my mini-van with garbage. For just $18.50 a month, we get to haul our own garbage into town to dump in the garbage man’s dumpsters.

What a deal. I never even knew how much I wanted a pick-up until now.

So I’m sitting on my bed, in no particular hurry to get my shoes on. It occurs to me that perhaps I should show a little more patience to the children in their dallying, for here I am. Dilly dallying. They’re all outside waiting on me.

I look out my window. At the green grass, the blue sky, the old barns and the farmland beyond. I smile. The view always does that for me. My husband and I are in agreement that someday, someday, when all the bills are paid, the improvements made, the projects finished, someday we’ll knock out this wall and make an enormous picture window.

And then, there’s my son. Just running. Running through knee deep grass, the wind in his face, joy beaming from his every move. Running, and jumping over stands of weeds. Running back to try it again. Running and prancing and shaking his head. Biting at an imaginary bit, he turns and runs and this time clears the weeds and trots around in a large, victorious circle.

It reminds me of when we first bought this property, but were still living at our old house.

“Mom, when we finally move, we probably aren’t going to be so interested in TV, anymore. There’s just too much to do.”

Indeed there is.

Funny how such small things can change your perspective and remind you of why you are where you are. I load the car with the garbage, make a face at the girls in the back seat as I ask if they want their windows open and call my young stallion to the car.

I leave feeling contentment and joy, even at the reality of driving my garbage in to town. It is such a small price to pay for a landscape on which to build our dreams.

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  1. kat

    We live for 8 months of the year in suburbia and the other 4 months on our farm in Maine. Yea, taking the trash to the “transfer station” is a pain, but since I go once a week (its only 3 miles away) there isn’t a smell. Maybe you should double bag the trash before you put it in the van (get a big box of contractor clear bags at the hardware store).

    Here in suburbia land the kids always want to watch movies after their schoolwork is finished since we have a tiny yard and no swingset, but in Maine we don’t have a TV and they never miss it. They spend their days outside playing, building stuff, exploring, picking flowers…
    .-= kat´s last blog ..attempted read aloud =-.

    1. Dana

      Yeah, it usually isn’t too bad and the freedom for the children and us is more than worth the minor inconvenience! Hey, we just slaughtered chickens in our front yard and no one even knew!
      .-= Dana´s last blog ..Of garbage and dreams =-.

  2. Sheri

    Ah, the proverbial “someday”. Love it. Somehow it’s comforting to know that there’s a lifetime of somedays to discuss, make plans for and dream about. 😉

    And I love the visual of your son galloping around the property enjoying the freedom that comes with so much space and a free childhood in which to enjoy it.

    Great post!
    .-= Sheri´s last blog ..“You’re Late.” =-.

    1. Dana

      We used to live near a highway with an unfenced yard, so while the kids got to play outside every day, it was never for such long periods. I love the things they come up with to do, and my Mouse (11) has most of the little nooks on the property named thanks to many reading of Anne of Green Gables!
      .-= Dana´s last blog ..Of garbage and dreams =-.

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