Many neighbors have already put out their recycle bins on this early spring afternoon. On the way back from retrieving the mail, an unexpected breeze kicked up, spilling papers, cereal boxes, cans and bottles all over the street. The irate man next door pronounced it a “huge mess” but I chuckled to myself and disagreed.
Colorful coupons, dampened by a water puddle, made a kind of watercolor near the curb. Silver cylinders, which formerly held my favorite soft drink, provided background music as they rolled along the blacktop, eventually crashing into a curb or a car. A paper squall traveled through the air, landing on the lawn in front of my home and forming an unusual mosaic on the bare, brown grass. Plastic water bottles made friends with bright discs that had once belonged to other larger containers. Like a proper businessman let loose in a Halloween store, our meticulous development took on a new personality. Ribbons of color, three-dimensional objects, and unusual sounds gave our staid neighborhood a circus-like atmosphere. This was no mess… this was a treat for the senses and a welcome change, compliments of Mother Nature.