A little spruce tree three feet tall. Twenty five years later that little tree is thirty feet tall. It and the three other spruces I planted at the same time form an impenetrable wind break on the west side of the house. A giant twelve foot thick hedge that even the deer can’t get through. This is a pine cone and every year hundreds of these impressive cones rain down as this wonderful tree goes about the deliberate work of making more trees just like itself. In a million years a forest may stand where my home used to be as time slides along, grinding the past into the future. I like this pine cone. I like it a lot.
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