Gifts From The Street

Remember Anne Morrow Lindbergh's Gift From The Sea? Well, I receive gifts from the street.

Except in the very worst weather conditions, Hubby Dearest walks/jogs outside five times a week. Every once in awhile he brings back a little gift for me. Above are some examples.

I don't walk outside. I've never been able to return the favor of a found gift. Until yesterday.

I was putting the groceries into the car when I noticed what I thought was a kid's toy soldier on the ground. At first I wasn't going to pick it up. When I did, I discovered it was a little NFL player. So I brought it home for Bud.

The playoff games Sunday didn't exactly go as I wished.

I'm hoping this is a good omen.