And, I found myself wondering how I'd lived on the farm for 20-some years and never stopped to admire the pine tree in spring.
But those red cones reminded me to stop and admire the flowers.
From the bulbs I've planted over the years.
To the wildflowers that pop up throughout the yard.
Sometimes I need a reminder to stop and enjoy what is around me, to spend some time on the back porch, reading, watching the lambs prong in the pastures, the cats stalking each other in the yard and the birds belting out their best tunes. Sometimes it takes red pine cones in spring to do that.