The queen of litter
Yep, that’s what I’ve been so far this week. My sidekick, Rachel, finished her internship last Friday, and headed back to Cincinnati. That means there’s no more raucous drive-by grabbings for litter pick up. I’m on my own and slowly plod down the refuge roads gathering refuse. Considering how thoughtless and uncaring many people are about our refuges, I suppose it’s job security. No matter how many bottles, cans, and other garbage I pick up along the roadsides, there seems to be a never ending supply. Luckily, when I get fed up with this ‘crap’, I can take a slight detour down a few roads that are gated and not open to the public at this time of the year. It’s here that I enjoy the unspoiled nature, and find indications that summer is waning. The goldenrod has begun to flower, and the vibrant reds of the Sumac fruits are beginning to appear. Sumac is one of the first trees to turn color in the fall, and today I found the first red le...