One’s Trash, Another’s Treasure

I imagine you’ve heard the old adage, one man’s trash is another man’s treasure. My mom and my aunt used to visit a little shop called Trash and Treasures, usually with my cousin and me forced to go along in tow. The merchandise looked like junk to me, at the time. The dilapidated building was dark and dingy inside, tables piled with unmatched dishes and tarnished and rusted items. I’m glad she kept me up-to-date on my tetanus shot. 

Recently, I glanced out the kitchen window and witnessed a squirrel sitting beneath a shower of sunflower seeds. I’m pretty sure there was a huge grin on its face at the treasure that befell. Looking to the feeder above, a starling was throwing out all the trash seed in hope of finding a peanut, raisin or suet pellet it would like to eat. 

I wish I could have gotten a picture of the squirrel sitting back on its haunches with its little paws clutched to its chest, looking toward heaven, sunflower seeds raining down on its head as it gave thanks for the blessing. But it was a quick blessing–there was no time to waste–dinner was served!002 - Copy 003 - Copy