A Lawyer-Farmer and His Lawyer-Farmer Wife?

Song of the Day: Romulus by Sufjan Stevens

Fitz and I love our new house. Like I mentioned before, there are quirks to this place, but what place doesn't? And honestly, quirky people need a quirky home.

Turns out our quirky home is a pine straw/cone farm.

In a small amount of land, we have an over-abundance of pine trees and thus an over-abundance of pine straw and pine cones. But perhaps we can turn this into a lucrative advantage...

Marinate, you pine cones!

Evidently, people pay for cinnamon pine cones. Well, not this family! We make our own cinnamon pine cones, and if they turn out all right, I will be starting a cinnamon pine cone business. We'll have to see how they do, though. I've got three zip-loc bags of marinating pine cones, and I'm supposed to leave them alone for a few weeks.

Fitz has been really enjoying his new job so far. Lots of good people, making new friends. I've been making new friends too and reconnecting with old ones. If they're lucky, they'll get cinnamon pine cones...and maybe a bale of pine straw for their mulch.