Hubby and I spent a leisurely morning at a park in our area recently. It’s a great little place – never too crowded, except on those too-gorgeous-to-resist days, when the park is crawling with photographers trying to get that perfect family portrait. You park, you walk past the playground areas, and suddenly, you come upon a covered bridge, which we don’t have many of around here.
There are picnic areas, and once you’ve crossed the bridge, if you are in a mind to go off the beaten path a bit (which we always do), there’s a little path that goes around and loops back to a gorgeous rocky area of the river.
We finished the loop and came back up the path to the covered bridge. As per the understood laws of society, the interior is covered in “Jimmy loves Norma” in every imaginable form.
On our way into the park, you know what else I noticed they have there? Pine cones. That’s right. I spent the last 15 minutes or so of our adventure picking up pine cones. They were just so huge and perfect and fresh! (No, I do NOT have a pine cone fetish. At all.) You see, I came across this wreath project awhile back that I have been just itching to make. I mean, how beautiful is it? And it really can stay up for two seasons – fall and winter – which makes it the perfect project for me right now.
Hubs got a bit bored towards the end. I tend to get tunnel vision, and that day was no exception. He had that “Isn’t this enough pine cones?” look on his face (on other days, you may also enter “yarn” in place of “pine cones”). But he was such a good sport about it. That’s just one of the many things I love about him.