I have a thing for pinecones. I wait for my bus every evening under a canopy of large trees and at this time each year I find myself scanning the ground, looking for the most perfect specimens - shapely and small enough to squirrel away in my bag. It's an odd compulsion. Gradually I end up with a small pile on in the entryway and eventually they all have to get thrown out. Every year.
So this year I made a little place for them.
Oh, and I couldn't resist playing favorites and gilding the best one.
I'll now consider us fully decorated for the season. I love fall.