If you went, there wouldn’t
be much to see in that place. Some may say ‘nothing
to see at all’.
No blinding glory and no
beauty for sure. Almost an exact
opposite of the Home Depot garden center.
The best way to describe
it would be a large pile of dirt under
the giant canopy of blue sky. That’s it.
Just dirt. Pure, unadulterated dirt.
Just dirt. Pure, unadulterated dirt.
The Pile lives on the
outer edge of the city, just beyond the city limits on the county landfill
property. It is located a stone’s throw away from the gated entrance, not too
far from the recycling facility, but some ways from the actual landfill where
our community stinky garbage is carefully, professionally buried and beautified
into rolling hills of Florida.
Everything that is
discarded from the residents’ lawns and gardens – trimmed overgrowth, storm
tossed broken limbs, weeds, lawn clippings, fallen leaves, dried out potted
plants once given as gifts to incompetent brown thumbs like me – all our ugly, useless and burdensome is collected weekly and combined together into gardening
wreckage heaps. These giant monstrosities
are then marinated and slow-baked in the heat and humidity until the magic of
time and some fantastic science turn them into the other black gold.
Once ready, the gold is graciously moved
closer to the entrance where it is freely given to any resident willing to come, grab
a shovel and get his or her own.
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