I went on a nature walk last night when I got home. The results are as follows. Who knew that a person who works an 8-5 job gets home when it is already dark out? Lesson learned--picking up pine cones in the dark is a lot harder than it sounds. It is scary to reach for something and pray that it is just a pine cone and not something else. I should've thought to begin my pine cone hunt last week before the time changed.
Judd and I walked Cole all of the way around our block while on our search. We only found 5 pine cones. Maybe next time I should take a flash light. Gah, working sure does get in the way of playing house. I'm afraid I have developed a pine cone obsession. I now am overcome with worry that all of the stay at home moms will get the good ones that fall on our street and I'll miss out. Truth be told, I am probably the ONLY crazed holiday decorator even looking for pine cones.