8/3/12: The Ten of Clubs

Five days ago, while cutting grass, I picked up, as trash, a single playing card: the ten of clubs.

Today, while cutting grass at an entirely different lawn, miles away, I picked up, as trash, a single playing card: the ten of clubs. It was identical except for the backing, which was red (the first's was blue).

I cannot recall, in nearly two decades of grass-cutting, having ever found a playing card.

What this means, I do not know.