Hired!

Volunteers don't come any nicer or willing than these two. While on a dog walk, my son and his partner in fun clambered down the muddy hillside, and into the creek to collect the pieces of plastic we could see from the bridge (CVS bag, Solo Cup, motor oil bottle, 6 balls, some bubble wrap and a few plastic straps). The rest of the plastic below, was found along the road, and in the gutters, as per usual.

My intrepid sidekicks remarked that we should do this every Sunday.

Said we could call it Church.

Church of Creek.

Amen to that.