OK, so we all agree that God makes no mistakes. I made a mistake. I was walking along, gauging how long feets would hold up as I noodled on past the arb. From the corner of my eye, I saw it, ignored it, turned around and walked back, looked again, took the picture, and yes, scooted onward.
What someone was thinking, I might never know, especially if I'm lucky.
Fast forward a few days. I open my email, and there's a message from Diana with a picture attached. She doesn't know what I found in the grass, but she stared at it until she found something. She does that. A lot. Here's what she found.
Yep, she found me from a previous life.