Renewed

After a long day’s hunt, we often climb in the basset truck with a new toy, something taken from the woods or the river bank. At some point on the drive home, however, that perfect walking stick, old glass bottle, or oddly shaped rock loses value. It’s no longer worth the effort of taking it up to the house or into the basset kennel. So it stays alongside the forgotten items from last week. When the truck eventually is clean out, and the used tinfoil and newspapers are thrown away, the old treasures resurface, their appeal renewed, continuing the cycle.