A Good Crop

The pine trees across the street have a good crop of cones this year.  They only grow at the very top of these tall trees.  Over the years, I've seen hawks and ravens and even an eagle perched at the top of the tree.  Today it's just pinecones.  I pick up my car this morning and then the hunt for a new car begins, something I really dislike doing but it's time.  I spoke to John for a long time yesterday.  Stephanie's funeral is Sunday.  It will be a very sad day.  Gift#262: another beautiful sunrise.