Picked up 2 bags. School's finally out and I finally got around to cleaning up some, for the first time since September. It wasn't as warm as yesterday, but I heard it's only going to get colder this week so I thought I should get on with it. Cleaning up during the winter months is tricky, because it requires the right combination of fair weather, little snow cover, no work, school, or other engagements, and a willingness to go out and do it on my part. Add short days to that and it's a rare event that all the necessary elements coincide.
The wind was rather fierce at times, but it was also pretty sunny and I kept warm. The trash wasn't too bad, although the wind tends to put bags and newspapers in funny places. The creek was frozen, the plants dormant, and I didn't see any animals. The field almost seemed asleep, but of course it isn't. The prairie dogs have expanded eastward a bit -- there's some holes I hadn't noticed before -- and trails from hole to hole lend evidence of activity (prairie dogs don't hibernate). And the foxes are around whether I see them or not. I like winter days like this, sunny but breezy and cool. I have a certain feeling associated with it, because the space outside feels so empty, almost as desolate as suburbia, but a lot prettier. It also reminds me of a lot of the colder and more unpleasant hikes my dad used to drag me on. And of video games that I've received on Christmases past (I had Zelda music in my head today, except I was collecting paper and bottles instead of rupees).