A Bicycle Finds a Home

Every two week a pile of ‘rubbish’ appears at the end of my lane.  North Sydney Council collects household wastes fortnightly, encouraging residents to declutter.  What you see here will shortly disappear into a truck and crushed before ending as landfill.  Except for that bicycle.


I live next door to this pile of junk and when I spotted the bike I texted my friends with seven grandchildren.  They messaged back to say please keep it for their only granddaughter.  Keep it; where?

I messaged back to say please come and get it soon as it now blocks my front door.


Before I finished my message I turned around and the council truck had arrived, blocking my entrance and all that ‘trash’ disappeared…

revealing my guerilla garden that was buried beneath it.


About Mary Tang

An urban orchardist everyday, a volunteer regularly, a poet sometimes and a blogger since March 2015. I travel when I can. Food is a constant.
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9 Responses to A Bicycle Finds a Home

  1. taphian says:

    We had the same in Hamburg some years ago. Nowadays you have to bring all things you don’t want by yourself to a certain place and therefore, the streets are clean:) Have a nice day in your beautiful garden, kind regards Mitza

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  2. paolsoren says:

    There has to be a better way. In Hobart – where my daughter lives – the council picks up the rubbish and keeps anything interesting or usable and has a huge warehouse and people come and browse and buy at ridiculously cheap prices and the money goes somewhere beneficial (I forget where)

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  3. Good story, Mary. We have to pay for that kind of stuff to be taken away

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