Sometimes the neighbors just don’t cooperate. Year after year, they faithfully put their recycle bin at the curb and you don’t think anything of it until you need it to be out there because you want to rummage through it. Yessiree bob, I wanted a white bleach jug to cut into plant markers for my seed tray and that is precisely when the neighbors stopped recycling. I suwanee. It’s enough to have you putting hands on hips and sighing with great exasperation.
For several weeks, I had to resort to rummaging through our own recycle bin waiting for Momma to toss a bleach jug. As you can see here, I made plant markers from Momma’s bleach jug.
The next time I empty one of my own bleach jugs it will go in the greenhouse instead of the recycle bin. Better to have something and not need it than wait on the neighbors to cooperate.