It was on the edge of last week's snowstorm that we decided we needed pinecones. Pinecones? Yes, quickly, before the snow covers them all.
We bundled against that chill wind, headed for the foothills and the nearest pine tree. The empty flour sack hung limp in the hand.
Pinecones. Everywhere. The bows had faithfully produced.
We gathered at cold-wind speed. Stoop, pick, toss. Frozen fingers and red noses and it was all like a treasure hunt there beneath that tree, us scurrying and plucking as we were.
Soon a hefty sack-full was slung over the shoulder and packed down the hill.
I think we may have enough.
Are you wanting to gather nature and bring it indoors, too?
