Those of us who live amongst the pines know the true definition of FALL.  It isn't the season change marking the transition from summer into winter, it's the relentless 'falling' of pine needles, burying the lawn and pine cones, pelting us from above.

I welcomed the new season as I raked up six huge bags of pine needles, awaiting tomorrow's pick up.  It was an ideal time to be outdoors.