I have a special place in my heart for pine cones. Probably sounds funny, right? I’ll explain, when my youngest was just a little one we would go to school to pick up the older children. To pass the time we would wander around the lawn and pick up pine cones. I still remember him toddling around and bringing them to me to put in the bag. (I got smart after a few times and brought a bag!). It was a simple thing but so sweet. I don’t think I’ll ever look at a pine cone for the rest of my life and not think of him.
Now he’s a bit older and he helps me pick them up in our yard. We have numerous trees that drop them in all shapes and sizes. They keep me well stocked. Today I took a few and sprayed them a metallic gold. I thought it would be a nice touch to our black door.