lost

This is the last thing I did before losing my car keys.

Or maybe the last thing I did was pick some American suillus mushrooms
or climb inside a blueberry bush so I could reach up through its skeleton and pick the 1 day past perfect grapes scrambling over the moguls of blueberry bushes.

Whatever it was was a lot more fun than searching through poison ivy for car keys, waiting for my husband to arrive (because even though my camera was locked in the car I still had my cell phone) and hoping against hope that there really was a duplicate set back at the house.

Which there was.  Sigh.
and sigh.