Here at the RedBarn, in Minnesota, it is cool, sunny and. . .no snow on the ground. Walking around outside, one can still find beauty in the land, the trees, animals and elements of nature. Simply getting outside seems to help me hear that little soul voice who always knows what the real me loves. You could have me sleep on pine cone print sheets(always wanted some but have never let loose to buy any). You could feed me on dinnerware with pine cones decorating the edges or make me a sofa pillow with pine cones needle punched in wool. I could vacation in a cabin-in- the-woods, surrounded by pine trees, and hunt for baskets of pine cones. . .you get the picture. I have a beautiful little black walnut bowl(someone’s high school shop project) that I store my outdoor treasures in. Right now it is full of acorns, a lovely old found key and. . . . pine cones. The real me, the RedBarn girl who wanders outside, the one who readily hears the little soul voice. . . .really does love pine cones.