We made our fifth trip to the dump this morning. I shudder at my contribution to the landfill this summer, but it had to be done. There was just so much madness left behind.
Daughter came with me, as she has for most of these trips, to lend a hand as needed. We are quiet on these early morning rides. We try to get there soon after the dump opens at 7am. She wore tights under Bermuda shorts, rain boots, and a slicker. It wasn’t raining.
On the way home we stopped at a bakery for locally-made donuts. We sprang for the custard-filled today. A little, unspoken celebration of the last trip to the dump.