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