I have always loved pine cones.
I know a woman from Mexico who loves them too.
One summer, I was at church with my young niece, Rebecca. We were proudly sitting in our pew with long-sleeved farmer button down shirts. During the Communion Rite, Rebecca noticed a woman sitting beside us with a pine cone in both hands on her lap.
Rebecca asked me why this church goer would bring a pine cone to Mass. We were laughing under our breaths; it was an unusual sight. It is not uncommon to bring a prayer book to church or even a bible but what about a pine cone?
When it was time to line up to receive Jesus, Rebecca and I were concerned the woman would bring up the pine cone. How would this devout Catholic receive Jesus with a pine cone in her hands?
The woman left the pine cone in the book ledge in the pew before going up for Communion — what a relief!
After Mass, I asked the woman, “Excuse me, may I ask why you brought a pine cone to church?” Perhaps this pine cone was going to be blessed by the priest or maybe it was like an imaginary friend.
The woman told me the pine cone is so beautiful; she was from Mexico and they have no pine cones. She can buy pine cones in Mexico but they are expensive.
I can buy pine cones but can pay an average of $30 or more on Amazon. Most of these pine cones are being shipped from the United States.
The story of the beautiful pine cone told me never to take anything for granted. In Vancouver, Canada, we have an abundance of pine cones. The smell of fresh pine trees after it rains is lovely.
I have always loved pine cones like this lady from Mexico.
I discovered a pine cone patch during my morning walks. I have collected about ten bags of pine cones for home decor and crafting for the upcoming Fall season. My pine cones were free.
My pine cones were free.
The woman from Mexico has one pine cone which was free too.
And it is so beautiful.
It is beautiful enough to be taken to church.
By Jennifer Ann de la Torre