Thursday, February 23, 2012

The Battle of the Palm Fronds

I strongly dislike palm trees.

They don't serve a purpose, aside from taking up some room, and being the tallest thing on the horizon sometimes. They don't give fruit, they don't give (hardly any) shade, you can't put a tree house in them. You can't turn them into firewood (well, I've never tried). They are just there.

You also can't throw away the palm fronds (that'd be the "leaves") in the green waste bin.

They aren't recyclable either, so I'm guessing they must go in the rubbish bin. That's rubbish, because they are green and grow on trees and should go in the green waste bin.

We have this squat, short palm tree next to the dog run. We don't have a dog, so we use the dog run to stack the cans for recycling. Except whenever you take a bag of cans out, you have to battle the stupid, short, bushy palm tree that's taking up the planter right next to it. Finally, Hubby trimmed it. It makes that side of the yard look so much better.

But what to do with the palm fronds?

We crammed them into the green waste and put it by the curb. It didn't get picked up, and there was a note on it. I was expecting the note to say "No Palm Fronds". No, it said that our trash had to be out on the curb by 6am. Which it was. So the next trash day we put it out the night before. Again, they didn't pick it up.

So then my Hubby took the brick stamper downer thingy, and smashed the palm frawns down, and then tucked all the little pieces sticking out into the trash can. Nope. I guess the trash man is onto us.

I'm guessing our next plan will be to try and dump some of it into the rubbish bin. Our rubbish bins have some weeks when it is full, and some when it's pretty empty. Or we'll come up with a plan B.

And I think I'm going to offer up these awful trees on craigslist. One of us has to win this battle, and it wont be the tree.

2 comments:

  1. You could always burn them, and sell them for Ash Wednesday on the internet next year. :)

    Caution: burned palm fronds smell exactly like marijuana. Makes for an awkward party at your daughters school while the other parents whisper.

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