Trash Talkin'

I considered writing about how I found a dead bird while mowing, and how when I picked it up (with a large sycamore leaf over it, so I wouldn't actually touch it) I noticed stuff falling off of it--maggots. And the bird nearly fell apart before I reached the trash can.
Then I remembered my husband's class reunion. There was a guy who only had one topic--his work. And unfortunately, he was in waste management. As the weekend wore on, I heard some people saying, "Let's not talk to him, he's always talking trash."
So, before I risk people saying I'm always talking grass, I'll move on to other topics. Like melons.