The other night, I was walking the dog and found myself doing something incredibly dorky: admiring my garbage can and recycle bin. I know.
And Rob made a wooden crate as a recycle bin, complete with knotted rope handles. It looks pretty classy on our curb, if I do say so myself. (Or maybe my admiration is caused the endorphins from all that dog-walking. It's possible.)
Then I started wondering if I'm the strangest person ever, for admiring my garbage can, of all things. I realized it was probably true.
But then I started thinking – if you can't find beauty in the small things, how are you going to find it in the big things? Seems like there's so much bad news these days, with the economy not looking great and sad things happening both locally and nationally. You've got to look for the good stuff too, right?
This blog post over at Annalea Hart reiterated that point.
So I have to ask you, dear readers, what are the small things you find beauty in? Please, someone include your garbage can, too, so I don't feel like such a weirdo.
Photo from the company that manufactured my trash can.