"I need four," Silas said, running his hand over the smooth, thick plastic. "For the garden. They need to be clean."
When Silas arrived, the sight was unmistakable. Stacked three high against a corrugated fence were dozens of vibrant, cobalt-blue drums. They stood like polyethylene soldiers, shimmering under the midday sun.
"These held bulk vinegar," Miller grunted, tilting one to show the 'HDPE 2' recycling symbol on the bottom. "Safe for your tomatoes, safe for the earth. Ten bucks a pop if you haul 'em yourself. If you want the fancy ones with the removable lids and the metal rings, they’re twenty."
Silas opted for the closed-top barrels. He could already picture them nestled under his downspouts, fitted with brass spigots. Where to Find Your Own
