Jutted spheres of scented fir litter a winding path from a murky pond where the buzz of industrious bees backdrops a symphony of Avian arias.   Some cackle, others serenade melodies from treetops like dueling pianos but softer, more comforting crescendos matching invitations cues ceding to climaxes.   A crisp rustling wind releases two pinecones … Continue reading The path of fallen pinecones →