Fall is officially here and that means it’s time for a coat. I pulled out my old reliable – the coat I’ve worn for the last seven or eight years – and put it on.
I pulled this out of my pocket:
The pinecone in question
A perfect pinecone.
I remember putting this in my pocket. I was out walking with Flora last spring and one of us spied this pinecone on the ground. Flora quickly lost interest, but I thought a pinecone with no chips or dents is rare so I stuck it in my pocket. Where it’s apparently live for nearly six months.
I could wax poetic about how this pinecone represents the beauty and fragility of nature. I could hold it as a talisman that represents the adventures I have with my child.
Or I could try and remember to clean out my pockets before I hang up my coat for the summer.
As lovely as this pinecone is, it would have been awesome if I had found a lost twenty dollar bill in my pocket.
Instead, I found a pinecone, some old kleenex and (unused) dog poop bags.
The debris of life.
