How to recycle fruit and vegetable packaging

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2. Use trays as storage.
Not just in the drawer, but also outside: plastic containers can be used as organizers in all rooms of the house. In the kitchen, for example, they are very practical for organizing products in the pantry or for storing items you need to have close at hand, such as spices, salt, and oil. You can also use them in the dishwashing area to store the dish soap dispenser and sponges. And if you don’t like the look of the plastic, you can always brighten them up—for example, with paint and colored ribbons—to give them a completely new look. Of course, you can use them not only in the kitchen but also in other rooms such as the bathroom or on your desk.

How to recycle plastic pots and containers in the kitchen (and beyond)
3. Reuse the trays as a seedbed.
Plastic trays can also be used in the garden or on the patio. How? They make excellent containers to transform into a seedbed for growing your plants: it is very simple; you just need to poke holes in the bottom so the water can drain away (place a saucer underneath, like those for flower boxes), fill the trays with soil, and sow all the desired seeds. For a more rustic look, you can decorate the tray with a strip of burlap, which you can buy at hardware stores.

4. Turn buckets into picnic baskets

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