035 There’s a small creek near their home where my grandsons like to play. At one point, it runs through a culvert under the dirt road, and one of the boys’ favorite things to do is toss everything they can find that floats in one side and watch them come out the other. My job is to stand on the exit side to watch for traffic (not much on this rural road). One day last summer, this stick and flower came floating out the culvert.