Little Miss Green has been on hers every day since the day it was bought. Even at the grand age of eleven she and her friends naturally gravitate towards having a good old bounce.
It helps burn off energy after a day sitting in the classroom, helps to remove pent up frustrations from living with a Mother like me, and come rain or shine she’s out there practising all sorts of tricks.
You’re probably all familiar with them – they usually have a blue padded surround and come complete with a black net which the children can zip up when they are inside. The net prevents them bouncing too far over the edge and ending up in the neighbour’s garden.
Our trampoline used to be on the patio at the back of the house but it was under the laurel bush and every year would get covered in berries and leaves which used to annoy our intrepid eco warrior.
After a great deal of persuasion, Little Miss Green convinced Mr Green that it would be better to have the trampoline on the grass. She also negotiated the fact that as the net was collapsing (this tends to be a common fault) she was now old enough and sensible enough to have it removed.
I wasn’t so convinced. Being a grumpy old woman who can see danger everywhere, I was a little reluctant to let my monkey bounce around without adequate protection around her. I was envisaging spines in contact with hard metal edges, legs poking out at strange angles and heads in contact with the floor.
But then I thought to the trampoline lessons she had where there wasn’t a net in sight. And then onto my own crazy antics as a child such as riding bikes without using brakes, riding bikes whilst wearing rollerskates and other things which I shan’t talk about as Grandma Green has been known to pop into the site for a read…
So the trampoline has now been moved onto the grass and every week it is moved along a little further to stop the grass dying. Little Miss Green has survived intact and my heart is no longer in my mouth when she goes outside to play. (or ‘hang out’ as I now have to call it, because playing is for kids apparently).
We still, however, have a rather sad looking net to contend with; which is probably made from some unmentionable non-recyclable manmade material which originated from non-renewable resources. But hey, what the heck, it’s prevented all my worst-case scenarios coming to light for a few years
The other week the old net found the perfect second-life use.
You might remember we now have chickens. And you may or may not know that one of my life-long ambitions is to have a gardener to take care of all the weeding for me. Well now I do; thanks to an old trampoline net:
Here’s Lucy doing some weeding for me, whilst being kept away from my broad beans. Broad beans are one of my favourite vegetables; they just happen to be one of hers too. She spent the entire day happily pecking about, feasting like a Queen on my weed seeds and I ended up with a clear patch to do some more sowing. AND the trampoline net is no longer resigned to life in landfill; it’s being reused!
Tell me, what non recyclable item have you found a reuse for recently?