I've been to the landfill 4 times in 2 days. I've developed a special relationship with the weigher man. You have to stop on his scale on the way in and on the way out-SO that means we have crossed paths 8 times in two days. That's more than I see almost anyone in a two day stretch these days!
I cleaned out ALL 30 + of the HUGE azaleas in the bed shown above over the past 2 days. This required those 4 trips to the landfill to get rid of the evidence. Each time I stopped for the weigher man, he gave me this cute little wave. He stuck his pointer finger up in the air and kind of shook it toward heaven. I THINK HE MIGHT LIKE ME! NOW don't tell me that he waves like that to every one that comes through with a load of debris! I am pretty sure I am one of a VERY few women who bring multiple loads of stuff to unload. He is used to dirty-sweaty-stinky old men passing by AND THEN a BELLE OF THE SOUTH crosses the threshold of his domain. He MUCH prefers a dirty-sweaty-stinky Southern Belle anytime---thus the sweet little finger wave!
After FINALLY finishing clipping all the azaleas down, I came in and collapsed into a heap on the floor to await my passing from heat stroke. I'll bet my obituary is the only one you will ever see that reads:
Following a heat stroke after multiple trips to the landfill, Lora left this Earth for her just rewards in the Heavenly Garden.