Out the front door and up into the hills here's a few snippets from our recent weekend walk. Blessed with clear skies and just enough bite to remind us of winter we headed north.
Dotted along the trails you often see
jizo, stone carved statues representing the guardians of children spirits. Parents make and offer cozy bibs
in exchange for the safety of their kiddo's spirit.
Camellias or
tsubaki with their waxy evergreen leaves and Vegas-showgirl perfection are bursting red, pink, and white.
Near the country club I collected a golf ball and tiny acorns stashing them in my hat.
And along this very ordinary guardrail
Eddy found this fellow tucked behind a post.
A plastic acorn
with 3 acorns nestled inside! The vent holes kill me; after all acorns need to breathe. There was another, this time blue, and again three acorns.
It was Easter in Japan. Four in all: green, blue, orange, and purple.
Poised to take our treasures home in my improvised hat/basket I came to the realization that the treat was done. The pleasure was in the discovery. So I returned the acorns and imagined another's joy. Happy Hunting
Dotted along the trails you often see jizo, stone carved statues representing the guardians of children spirits. Parents make and offer cozy bibs in exchange for the safety of their kiddo's spirit. 
Poised to take our treasures home in my improvised hat/basket I came to the realization that the treat was done. The pleasure was in the discovery. So I returned the acorns and imagined another's joy. Happy Hunting
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