One of the things I think I will miss most about this house is the long-needle pine trees.
I have decided there are two kinds of people when it comes to pine trees.
There are the people who see a pine tree and think:
Fall.
Coziness.
That wonderful pine smell.
Christmas.
Pine cone crafting.
Beautiful rustic landscape.
And then there are the other people.
Those people see the exact same tree and think:
Gutters.
Raking.
Flower beds.
More raking.
Picking up pine cones.
Why are there pine needles over there?
How did they get over there?
I just cleaned that.
I am blessed to say I have only ever been the former.
I also have not ever had to clean the gutters.
So I will certainly miss and feel nostalgia when we leave this house and I see my beautiful, swaying companions in the future.
Yet there are limits to my sentimentality.
I won’t miss is my husband’s complaints about the gutters and pine cones.
