This week I moved some big rocks around in the yard to new places in the yard. On my laps around the property, I make sure to keep all ornamental rocks and stepping stones on top of the newly fallen leaves and deadfall, and not let it get lost underneath.  A dozen years ago, a boyfriend had created several paths with stones and timber, in areas of the yard I seldom visited.  It wasn’t long before the leaf fall covered the stones and pathway markers from view.  Several years later, I began raking up all the leaves for mulch when I saw the stones underneath and remembered.  Sometimes I let areas of my life get like that, too.  I let something useful and beautiful lie unused, forgetting about it if it’s out of sight.  Then I come across it later and wonder how I could have forgotten something so wonderful, and I am delighted all over again by what was right there all the time.