pine cones

It was very windy over the holidays and when I went out to get kindling one morning I ended up gathering armloads of pine cones, blown down from the Norway spruce. For fun I filled a casserole dish with them, tightly lined up side by side.

A couple of days ago I found some of the cones on the floor and thought I knew for sure who the culprits were. But last night we heard a strange sound and when we investigated, discovered that the cones have been expanding in the heat and popping themselves out and away.

Not everything can be blamed on the woozles.

5 Responses to “pine cones”

  1. clinder Says:

    the cones are so beautiful, rich lovely brown.

  2. Katy Says:

    Bet they scared a woozle plenty!

  3. boodely Says:

    There were indeed some woozle stare downs!

  4. Barb Says:

    Ah, yes, the unexpected popping of pine cones!! 🙂 Poor woozles for getting blamed…again!!

  5. Ellen Says:

    WOW! Such abundance!!
    I miss the beautiful dance you are enjoying with your environment.
    I remember the massive trees standing like sentries beside your house, the pine cones have their own dark fierceness.

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