ADVENTURES IN THE PINE CONE WORLD OR UP TO OUR OLD TRICKS AGAIN IN THE SPRAWLING FIELDS

It wasn’t bad, all things considered. Something inside, the inner meter or intuition, called us to go further on up the way and see the old fields. It’s a place we used to go nearly every day until I noticed it was becoming a bit crowded. It’s only five or ten minutes max past the farmer’s field and path. Worst case scenario, if there were over five cars there, I could double back and take the normal route. 

 

It’s good to go to an old place again, as things change...

Someone has either cut back a series of bushes, or planted some new thing. A tree may be gone from lightning. A new path may have been forged by someone. There was a really great and fine energy to begin with, and the dogs sensed it. Almost like a bit of a home-coming to see and run over this, their old stomping grounds.

The sky was not blue and nor was it overcast. The fields were not completely lush or golden and nor were they grey or doldrum-esque. So, it was in the middle. A few things were blooming, - little wildflowers or other. They can be seen to a keen eye and are skipped over by the less observant. No worries. What I did notice was that there was a heck of a lot of pine cones. It seemed to be a theme, a motif, or something. I saw trees fallen over and showing their pine cones. There were cones coming out of the forest on branches like gifts from the growth or some forest deva. Pine cones were strewn over many of the smaller paths. Pine cones, pine cones, pine cones. Some ashen and full of a certain death. Most brown. A few red or at the least reddish…

We went around here and there. Wolfe and Tessa gave themselves a good run in certain parts. The time ticked past. On the way back Tessa rested here and there. Wolfe rarely, if ever, sits or lies down; - it’s just not his style. There are too many things to see or do a plethora of opportunities overt and covert. There are things on his mind that are joyful and acceptable and also actions that are prohibited,- such as jumping over dividing lines or fences and running off to see what is over, sometimes quite literally as it were,- the rainbow!

In the end they came back and slept deeply like their days

of old. Maybe they were dreaming of the pine cone pathways…

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