There I was at the Keene dump at 7:00am this week about to drop off nine bags full of leaves that we’d raked up in our lawn. (The down side of all that beautiful foliage we enjoy!) I backed my Subaru Baja up to the massive pile of leaves and got out to start dumping my bags of leaves into the pile with all the other ones.
As I did so, I noticed a guy with a pickup truck about 20 feet away who was meticulously folding up the now empty paper bags that he had obviously used to bring leaves to the dump.
We gave the silent nods of acknowledgement that people often do at the dump… and then curiosity got the better of me and I asked “so do you re-use your bags?”
“Oh, sure! I usually get a good three years out of them,” he said.
I nodded… and we both continued our separate work. But what blew my mind at that moment was simply this:
I had never considered re-using the paper leaf bags!
They were just the things you put leaves in and then threw out at the dump. Nothing more than that.
My package of 5 bags cost me $3.29 at my local hardware store. I bought two packages and so my investment thus far was a bit under $7. ($6.58 if we’re being precise.) I was figuring I would probably need another set of bags to finish out the season and so I’d buy another set soon.
$10
In my mind just “the cost of doing business” and living in New England. Since the drop-off of leaves is free at our city dump, that $10 is my cost for the season, plus of course the bit of gas to drive out to the dump.
Not a big deal in the flow of our regular household budget.
But still…
$10 can buy other things. $10 could pay for the gas I need to drive back and forth. $10 could be donated to someone who might need it more.
It was a reminder to me that we live in such a consumeristic society where we just think about everything as being disposable. I was thinking about things as being disposable, particularly because these are just paper bags that will automatically degrade along with all of the leaves in them.
But why not re-use them?
By the time I unloaded my nine bags the guy had driven away and I was the only one at the pile. A couple of my bags were ripped from sticks and needed to be thrown in the pile… but I did save seven of them. Just emptied out the leaves and then folded them somewhat back together.
Now I don’t have to buy that third set of bags – and if I’m careful I can probably not rip these bags and hold on to them for next year.
The only way out of being a “disposable” society is for us to think about ways that we can indeed reduce, re-use and recycle… and in this case I chose to re-use!
What about you? Do you re-use leaf bags? (If you are in the part of the world that needs them.) Or have you never bothered with leaf bags anyway and just used tarps and such?
As has been my custom now for the past few years, I like to start my writing off in a new year with a post about a few “words” that I intend to use as guides for the year. They aren’t “resolutions” as much as they are areas of my personal life in which I aspire to be active this year. In previous years (

I was born in the late 1960’s and grew up in the U.S. in the 70’s and 80’s when the Russians were the enemy. When the Soviet Union was the evil empire bent on the destruction of freedom, democracy and everything we held dear. When calling someone a “Russki” was an insult and when the news media routinely showed images of the Soviet military parades in Red Square. When we were sure that the Kremlin was sending spies into our country to steal all our secrets and would do whatever it could to destroy our lifestyle.
I thought of all this tonight as I strolled along through Red Square taking photos. Drinking in the magnificent beauty of St. Basil’s Cathedral. Taking photos of the walls of the Kremlin. Stopping to look at Lenin’s Tomb.
We watched as the story we’d been telling and retelling for so long was shattered into a million shards… to be reborn anew into new stories of new nations… of a new worldview… of new threats… of new powers.

Today, July 1, here at our home in little old Keene, New Hampshire, USA, we flew a foreign flag from our our front porch.
So as 2011 enters its final hours, it’s time to take a look back and see how I did with my “