Another Drop in the Bucket

      Pretty soon I'll need to bring in the Spider Plants, about eleven of them, and subject the now healthy-looking plants to nine months of miserable confinement in the depths of the basement, from which they will emerge pale and emaciated next spring, if all goes as routine dictates.   In order to clear a little space, I tried to reinstate the cellar-cleaning process I began this spring.  I realize there is some market for metal, so last evening out went a number of curtain rods, large and small, two old metal shovels, a broken tool, a piece of plumbing hardware, an old badminton set with metal posts, some metal mop and broom handles and some other unidentifiable pieces.  I put them in a cardboard box on the edge of the lot.  This morning, all that is left is the box.
      A while ago, I watched an episode of "Hoarders" where the affected woman went out to the dumpster and pulled off any of the trash that was metal, insisting it should be recycled, that people were desperately poor and would willingly claim it.  She must be right.  I guess one man's trash really is...oh, you know the cliche.