Loosened from the mud, I find myself floating in a world of possibility.

So can you.

Fall winds bring down the pine needles.

The pine needles are everywhere. In the alley, in our backyard, on the back sidewalk. All from one tree.

Now I just need the pine cones to fall so that I have a natural starter for all the fires I'm going to start in my fireplace. Does that count as foraging?

Note to self: Gotta get the chimney cleaned.