It's a sign

I have been collecting plastic bags in my neighbourhood for some years now. Door-knocking on a Sunday night, interrupting people's private lives with a request for heavy duty shopping bags that they might have for me.
Last year I could fill my living room with the bags of bags that I'd collect, enormous piles in just an hour, bulk!
The last couple of weeks I have endeavoured to collect more, and do you know what? People have stopped getting bags! The vast majority of people have turned to green bags and don't have anything for me. I came home with a measly dozen, and yet feel immensely gladdened that the tide has turned, if just in my street and that people are really alarmed by glaobal warming and wastage, and areacting where they can.
It makes me love them more, as we are all in it together, and we have to do what we can.
Also it means that my work will have to change form somewhat. Hmm.
The thing I like the most about door-knocking is that I will miss being privvy to the domestic lives of all these people. Some invite me in, many have dogs and children and I get to meet them, only one was nasty, and she obviously didn't want to come to the door, and was angry at me for that, but everyone else was cooking dinner or playing music and I got a window into their lovely worlds for a minute or two.