Smoking is an interesting vice. It seems that a percentage of the smoking population thinks the world is their ash can. If an ash can is provided they might aim in its general direction but I use the word ‘aim’ very loosely based on how often they miss the target. Greater than 90% of the butts were on the ground. Perhaps someone had recently emptied the can. Still, not looking good as the ones on the ground were pretty fresh.
Drinking is worse based on the beer can and liquor bottle population on the sides of our little travelled road.
Another vice is tires. Recently I watched a guy in a green shirt drive by in a dark (blue?) pickup truck. He was throwing tires out along the side of the road. I counted a dozen scattered along our land. It would have been more polite for him to come and ask me if I wanted them. I would have said yes – I use tires for things. Now I must collect them from the bushes along four miles of road side. Rather rude. But I got his photo.
Outdoors: 44°F/28°F Cloudy
Tiny Cottage: 66°F/59°F
Daily Spark: It’s okay if my mind wanders as long as its back by breakfast.