We were given the gift of an unusually warm weekend. One that called to us to come outdoors.
So out we ventured, under the pine trees
where dry golden needles padded our steps,
treasures awaited our once-empty bucket (treasures that Audrey referred to as snow cones as often as she called them pinecones),
and all around us we felt and took in the colors of the sun.
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