Every spring in this town, there is a Saturday when a crowd of men, women and children swarm over the roads and public gardens, picking up trash and shoving it in bags for pick-up the next day. By the time they are finished, there isn’t a paper cup or Styrofoam tray in sight. The woods are stripped of human detritus. You can hear the trees sigh with relief.
This year, Ken and I volunteered to join Eat Local, Inc. to participate in this event hosted by the recycling center and Women’s Group. We were assigned to the big garden circle in the parking lot that will host the weekly Farmer’s Market starting next month and spent the morning raking off the last shrouds of winter to release the perennials already shooting their way to the sun.