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The winds of change blew long and hard last time. Every time it happens, our woodsy property gets covered in dead twigs, or worse. I ventured outside this morning expecting extra gardening toil and trouble. I groaned at the amount of branches strewn on the ground, waiting to be picked up. But wait, the wind doesn't choose what it blows down. We can choose whether or not to be happy with the results. I chose to be happy to get fresh air and exercise. The bonus? The wind unleashed unexpected harvest, a bumper crop of pine cones from Grandmother Pine. They make heavenly scented kindling, just in time for the season's first fire.