Treasure

It was decided by we three that our morning walk to the deli should include a walk on the wild side. We left our well trod path and descended into the altogether different world of the dry winding creek bed. Apart from finding what you would normally expect to see in a dry creek bed, rounded and smoothed rocks, broken tree branches, piled leaves that looked suspiciously like the nests of rats. There were also examples of the introduced, empty spray cans, broken glass and surprisingly china, a horse shoe in an advanced stage of corrosion. The latter two were declared treasure and quickly stuffed into my cloth bag to mingle with the fruit and bread we would soon buy.