Re used- rubbish

Re used- rubbish

“It is too early to get out of this comfortable bed,”I say to myself.

“Come and eat your breakfast!”yells mum and dad. I push off the duvet covers and drag myself down to the kitchen.

Then I hear my mum scream. “What is wrong with her now?” I wondered as I stuffed another spoon of cornflakes down. When I looked out into the driveway my mum was still screaming.

“Mum, stop screaming we can reuse all these cans,” I suggest.

“How ?” she barks.

“We could make some plant holders.”

“Mum get some soil from the compost bin, and dad get the paint from the shed.” I  like being in command for a change.

First I put the soil into the cans and plant vegetable seeds into them. Dad decorates the cans with blue paint. My dad loves the Auckland Blues so he always chooses blue for all his painting work.

A few months have passed and we now get to eat the vegetables I planted. I feel very pleased with my effort because I prevented those cans from going to the landfill.