This is the fig tree in my back yard.
It used to be so full one could barely walk around it.
The season's change brought about fallen leaves and a little magical and otherwise for me.
As I sat in the backyard, I spied little things tacked to the inside branches.
I showed all of my neighbors this discovery and not one had a clue of how they arrived.
Strange are each little message, as is the whole unearthing of this treasure.