I found these on the sidewalk in front of my house: tiny hands in a plastic baggie. I was out planting beets and carrots in my parking strip boxes, my phone to my ear, talking to my sister M. Three young boys and their parents tumbled by, but I didn't notice the baggie until they were long gone, and I don't know who they are or where they live, or even if one of them dropped it. (Or now, in retrospect, if they even existed.) I set the bag out on the bottom step, waiting all weekend for their return, but this evening still it sits, abandoned.
My friend Jamey said, "Only you, T. I never find anything like this in front of my house."