There's a good chance that picking is in my blood. My grandpa was a trashman (maybe I should say sanitation worker).
Years ago, he worked in Cincinnati, Ohio, and he would frequently pick up the discards from Procter & Gamble. Consequently, his basement shelves were stocked with all kinds of detergents. In fact, I don't think the man ever bought a box of Tide at the grocery store.
I also love a good trash picking. (If you want to see more of what I have found by the curb, look at the archives for April and May and read all about Town Cleanup.)
But the operative word here is "good." Usually at this time of the year, I don't see much trash worth picking.
Lately, however, things have been looking up.
Last Friday, I found an interesting collection of wooden hangers in front of an old house, including a few with advertising on them. One of the neighbors, who was taking all the metal hangers, told me that the old lady who had lived there for years had moved out and that a lot of stuff had been put out to the curb in recent weeks. Of course I am wondering what I missed.
And then on Tuesday, I found a metal plant stand, and on Wednesday, an interesting window that I think I can turn into a chalkboard. To top it all off, there was this typing table, which is pretty much in perfect shape.
And when I returned last night to the pile that yielded the hangers, I found yet another treasure.
A beautiful basket which I think was once held some elaborate floral arrangement.
Will there be more? I'll keep you posted.