Nature can be very inspiring. Every year, my husband and I go to Sugar Pine Ridge, about 20 miles outside of La Pine, and collect a few pine cones. It is like an Easter egg hunt for grown ups. You have to get there right after the snow melt if you want the newly fallen ones before mold and rot set in.
I am arguably the “Queen of the Cones”. I think it’s the boots that make this outfit, no?