Salsipuedes, Baja
There is an old olive tree grove behind, and to the right, of this pic.
Many years ago, I tied a button from one of my dead
father's sweaters to one of the those trees.
It was still there after ten years, despite a legion of drunken
surfers having puked over every inch of the grove.
Some things must be mysteriously respected.
Someday I will take a button from my mother
and do the same...but her button would
surely disappear shortly thereafter.