This morning following breakfast, I was cleaning up the kitchen as usual. Going about a routine that I have, without much thought, repeated tens of thousands of times in my life. Today was different.
I have always kept a trash container in the cupboard under my sink. I grew up with the same habit. It is a small container, lined with previously used grocery bags. It gets emptied about twice a day because it is so small. My son likes to kid me that I need to get a "real" trash container.
I went to remove the filled bag, when several aroma's caught my attention. Beautiful aroma's. Fresh coffee grounds, sweet fruity strawberry hulls, maple syrup on the edges of a few pieces of French toast, the sausage link scrapings from the frying pan.
I smiled as I enjoyed how the recent past continued to add a sensual beauty to the present.
I doubt that I will want to make it a practice of smelling the trash.
Today, though, I had a wonderful "trashy" experience.
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
A Trashy Experience
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