The colour purple
Where is my new purple lidded recycling bin? I know that I
am not forgotten because I keep getting emails to say it is arriving. I applied
before April this year and am in Phase 1 so it should arrive soon. Cans, glass and plastic all go in together so
it will be easier. My relatives in Yorkshire already have one for this mixed
recycling. There it is a blue bin, so I am hoping to catch up with them soon
with my flashy purple one.
On this subject of wheelie bins (which gets more interesting
as you get older) I cannot help wondering why the councils across the country did
not agree on the same sensible colours. Here, brown seems to be the colour for
garden waste (this is called the green bin). The green coloured bin is for
landfill and so is not green in the recycling sense, the council call this one
There is no mistaking our purple blackberries though. They
are ready and coming thick and fast. I pick a tub full every day for freezing;
we will be glad of them in the winter and we cannot possibly eat them all now. The
downside of this picking is that my hands and nails stain and it looks as if I
have not washed. When I was a young girl, we all had to go blackberrying and
pick the wild berries from the hedgerows. We were taught not to eat any as we
filled our enamel pint mugs. You had to put your tongue out to show your
parents when you got back to prove that it was not stained and so you had not had
any in your mouth.
Our little hen has no such worries about what she eats. She
tries everything in the garden including slug pellets which she devours
eagerly. They are the pellets that are not harmful to wildlife (other than
slugs) but even so it is alarming to see her gobbling so many.
Our hen is called Speckles for obvious reasons, she is black
with white specks we have had her for years and she occasionally lays us an egg
(which I avoid after the slug pellet gorging in case of tainting).
When lockdown began, we also had a little white hen with
black specks and the two kept each other company and kept us in eggs. But the
white hen died and our remaining Speckles does not like being alone and if we
let her out she follows us wherever we go in the garden. We feed her leftovers which
is a very good way of recycling kitchen waste without a plastic bin.
(Taken from my column in the Shropshire Star)