Articles of clothing are not uncommon streetcombings washed up on urban shores by the tides of humanity and I come across such on early morning stolls.
This morning this pair of socks had been put in a tree so whoever lost them might more easily see them: the day before they had been squashed and wet on the road.
I'm not sure how long these three pairs of shoes have been hanging about, possibly from when school let out last June.
This - I think it is a dressing gown - was in a local "free pile" spot up near the corner.
A few houses along this woolen scarf was draped on a fence pole - looking still quite chipper and possibly a Christmas gift.
Lately I have come across handmade items like this beautiful cowl knit in a cable design with possibly baby alpaca wool. It was lying in the roadway when I first saw it so I draped it over the realtor sign. A day or so later it was still there so I brought it home, washed and dried it, took it to the Koffi Knit group where it was appreciated and then adopted.
A few days later I came across a handknit hat, again on the street, and I put it on a fence post.
Next day it was gone.
These were in the newspaper lost and found.
I've never seen people go to the trouble of trying to locate owners of handmade items. They must be knitters. It cheers me enormously.
Now part of this appreciation comes from having many years ago - back in the three small kids and husband stage of my life - had a dear friend make me the most exquisite lacey shawl in a sunset red.
I loved it. I lost it. It still makes my stomach clench to think of it. I tried to find it, to recall where I had been, when I had last had it. I never found it. So when I see those ads in the paper, when I hang something in fuller view - I fondly think of that shawl.