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daily musings of a vintage addict * I am totally obsessed with all things vintage * trying to keep up with my past...and sometimes ordinary everyday life

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Location: Katoomba, NSW, Australia

here I am in a little cottage that evokes the energies of my ancestral lands - a cottage on the moors of Cornwall, or on the cliff tops of Ireland or Scotland. It has a hearth. I am a hedge witch {of sorts}. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. I am a gypsy; an eccentric and a mystic [I often live with a foot in two worlds]. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. Star watcher and Moon gazer. story cloth weaver. keeper of family dreams and wishes. good friend and creator of life. herbal tea drinker and potion maker.

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December 21, 2005

thankyou mr garbage man

today is garbage day in Woodford. week in week out, our garbage is collected by an unknown & unseen garbage man. In his big truck, he comes down our street. I never see him to wave to but each year I leave him a gift on top of our bin - just to say 'thanks'.
A six pack of beer * tied in a big red bow....but I am like a cat on a hot tin roof right now - the beer is sitting out there, tied in its finery & I am worried that someone will come along and steal it. so I keep checking to see if it's still there.
Sad isn't it?


Blogger BrocanteHome said...

But funny and kind Robyn...

7:18 am  
Blogger Amy said...

awww that's such a sweet thing to do, no doubt he'll love it!

7:55 am  
Blogger Peggy said...

Oh Ms. Robyn I have such a picture in my mind of you standing at your window looking out for the garbage man and it gives me a smile. You are such a sweet thoughtful lady!

8:23 am  
Blogger Gina E. said...

It is sad Robyn; an indictment on our society today. We couldn't do that now even if we wanted to; our council has provided everyone with three garbage bins - green waste, recyclable, and other. Three different trucks come and they are fully automated - the men don't even have to get out of their seats, as mechanical arms pick up the bins and empty the contents into the truck. So anything sitting on the top of our bins would be tipped into the truck with all the garbage!

5:53 pm  
Blogger Carol said...

Aww no it's not sad at all, I'd be like you, it's especially for him and not for anyone else. Is it still there?

12:31 am  
Blogger Toni said...

That is so very thoughtful of you! What a sweetie.

4:23 am  

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