In my checkered past, there are many deep and dark secrets. This story begins with one of them.

I used to be a morris dancer.

For various reasons, I gave that life up some time ago, and for other various reasons, I am not likely to return to it. But I still have a few souvenirs of that period of my life, and one of them is the plastic flowers that I used to decorate my hat with.

For years they've sat in a box on a high shelf, unloved and useless. It's time for them to be free.

While driving through Pacifica today I found the perfect place. A dramatic, lonely cliff above the ocean.



What I thought was going to be a quick stroll up a path turned into a truly enjoyable little hike that involved fording a stream and climbing jagged rocks. Photos are included in this proof if you're interested in that stuff. But here's the money shot from the top looking back, after I'd jammed those wire-and-plastic stems firmly into the earth:



I'd thought when I started out on this task that it was a bit lame, since I vastly prefer real plants to plastic ones, but there's something unexpectedly beautiful about those fake flowers looking out over the ocean. They look like they've finally found their way home.