Message from the Pines
I've always loved pine trees. There's just such a feeling of peacefulness, communion with God, or being "at home" when I am walking through the pines on the farm, surrounded by tall trees that soar straight up to the blue skies, a soft carpet of rust-colored needles muffling my steps. When the breeze blows, the needles on the trees seem to whisper into the air, a soft rustling sound that is pleasant to my ears. When we moved to our current home, I was delighted to see a few stately pine trees in the yard. While picking up pine cones is one of David's least favorite activities, I don't mind them at all! (Guess which one of us mows the yard!) I remember as a child, picking up pine cones to use in decorating for the fall and holiday season. Craft time often involved gluing glitter on the tips of the cone, or creating pine cone "turkeys" by poking multi-colored construction paper "tail feathers" into the larger end....