Root

I picture treasures hidden in the roots of trees. Or underneath them. They can stretch out so far and so long....

I hid a couple of "treasures" once. Money. Just because. I knew exactly where I'd buried each and there was something almost magical about returning to those spots over a year later and finding everything exactly how and where I'd left it. Somehow, I'd expected my jars of money to be gone. I don't know why. But they weren't. They were there. Exactly how I'd buried them. There was something immensely comforting in that.