In Humboldt, we lived on the beach, in a tiny house with no heat – just a woodstove. Cold often and tiny meant no one ever came over. We always had to meet people at the park or farmers market. That was sort of a bummer. The plus side was we also rarely had to tidy up – and that included our recycling. We’d just toss it onto the sun porch, and then on recycling day, scramble to get it into the ugly old bins. But, hey it worked.
Eventually, you decide you’d like nicer looking recycling bins to organize all …read more