Look up in the sky – it’s not a bird, it’s not a plane, it’s a PINE CONE TREE
And these tasty morsels have begun their journey from the tree into my mouth. Very damn convenient.
Why yes, I would like that tasty cone. It has been way too long since I have enjoyed the crunchy munchy-ness of a pine cone. Bring it closer, I do not care to perform for it today…
Just a little closer…
Yeah, that’s the ticket. This cone has got me all drool-y. It’s one of the things that I really miss about Portland, the land where the pine cones ran free and plentiful. Not nearly enough of ’em here in Philly.
Not that I’m overly concerned. Now that I know where this tree is (and it’s mighty boughs look dependable for providing me with cones for awhile), I am content.