When we lived in the country I worked very hard to turn a hayfield into a pretty yard. Friends and my Mother shared their plants; I purchased little pine saplings. Years went by and the pines grew.Just before we were to move to town in Dec. I went out and walked around my field and visited my trees.
On the ground lay three very small pinecones. There were many tears as I knealt to gather them. One for each of my children who grew up in the house in the country. It was a sweet parting love gift. I keep them still.
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