Around the corner (well, almost everything is around the corner) there is a giant sycamore in a front yard with a white pine under its canopy that is growing a little straggly because of the shade (as the photo shows). Under the pine are years of fallen needles. I've admired them many times. This year luck came in. The pine drops some of its needles on the driveway next door and the fellow who lives there sweeps them up and bags them and puts the bag under the pine. The homeowner, the fellow whose front yard is home to the pine, asked if I'd like the bag. What do you think I replied? (to be continued).