Last night after the kids were in bed, I walked out the back door, down the rickety steps, into the quiet, cool evening.
I wheeled the rubbish bin up along the narrow side path of the house, smelling the jasmine growing on the fence as I passed it.
Up through the front garden, tripping over one of the kid's toys, up the steps and out the old wire front gate, and into the deserted street. All was quiet except for the hum of crickets and a distant dog barking.
I put the bin on the gutter, stood still for a moment and let out a long deep breath.
All was right with the world.
Huldra Forsvant (Theodor Kittelsen)
Huldra Forsvant (Theodor Kittelsen)
2 comments:
Benno. Sweet. How good is it bro?
Just a small gesture from the man of the house while his brood rests calmy (in a perfect scenario!!) inside. he takes care of his fatherly duties...
Just wait till you miss a night and you have to go twwo weeks with a full recycling bin cause you got the nights mixed up!!!
Tell me about it. I'm daunted by the complex system they have here. Red lid bin every week, green lid every second week, garden waste bin every third monday except on leap years..
Purple lid every fourth month with a name beginning with 'j', blue lid on the night when the southern green tree frog first croaks..
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