Day Eleven

Now the house was too far out of town for the garbage trucks to come, so my landlord would burn the trash in the back yard. 

Not all the trash would burn, and the landlord's dogs would get into it and drag it off to various places in the yard to chew and tear it up.  

So the yard became littered with trash, which no one seemed to notice but myself.  

At first I waited for the landlord to do something.  When he did not, I began picking it up each day and burning it myself, but this was dirty work.

I found a bundle of dry bushes with long stems, and my helper fashioned a broom for me before she left.  This I used to tidy up the yard as best I could.  But I was losing the battle.