Twigged

My guy was out in the yard picking up tree debris before he mowed the lawn, which is his weekly chore. Lots of trees + summer storms = plenty of falling twigs and branches, some large enough to cause harm to our mower. While he was doing that I came out to walk the boys and saw this moss-covered stick in the grass

I don't know why it struck me as something I had to pick up; it's not exactly beautiful. The twig part snapped the second time I handled it, too. But it grabbed my attention.

There's something about it that's got my gears whirling, too. This happens to me a few times, and usually with things other people don't notice. Anyway, I stuck both pieces in a little jar and I'm going to look at it for a while.