Treasures

The deer found the tiger lilies,

which is actually kind of nice, since it means the deer are around.
We saw the fawn this morning.

And other treasures remain, if you know where to look.

But not this. (No, it's not mine.)
I'm going to pretend it was lost overboard, not left behind.

That makes it a castaway, not a castoff.
(Private property. As Piglet said, Trespassers William.
And all that. Grrr.)

Sometimes, when the evening light is a little wonky, the treasures are patterns.

And sometimes the treasures are pure gold.

Okay, a little bronze. But still.