One of my favorite things about visiting at Bek's house is the smell of the pines. I reminds me of when I grew up and the wonderful spicy smell that would envelope me when I walked outside. What wonderful memories...
All that grows here are pines with teeny-weeny cones. I love the Sugar Pine Cones that are over 12 inches long, just simply because they were all around when we grew up. I thought they were too big to be pretty [then]. Now I love their Plumas-County-ness. I love the way you identify the perfumes on the air -- the petunias at the fair ground, the pine pitch in the forest. Love ya, kiddo!
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All that grows here are pines with teeny-weeny cones. I love the Sugar Pine Cones that are over 12 inches long, just simply because they were all around when we grew up. I thought they were too big to be pretty [then]. Now I love their Plumas-County-ness.
I love the way you identify the perfumes on the air -- the petunias at the fair ground, the pine pitch in the forest.
Love ya, kiddo!
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