When cleaning out my jeans and jacket pockets, I find:
Earplugs, one yellow, one green, never a matched set.
Peppermint treats for the horses.
A yellow grease marker for the sheep.
A rusted fence staple that I found in the chicken yard.
A penny, a dirty nickel, a crumpled dollar bill.
What I don't find are my gloves that have gone missing during this fall season. They were placed somewhere when I determined it was too warm for gloves.