Faux Acorns

I've lived all over the country, on each Coast and several states in between. I've learned that every place has it's strengths and weaknesses. And everywhere I live, I miss something about the last place. I'm not even talking about people. I'm referring to nature. The beauty of the area, the hills, the wildflowers, the trees, even the rocks. Every place has it's own special beauty. It's in the Fall that I especially miss Massachusetts. Not only are the trees there indescribable, but there are the rose hips, the pine cones, the winterberry, and the bittersweet. In the Spring I would pick pussy willows. I could just go on a walk and treasures awaited. It helped that we lived quite far from the city.

I miss acorns from the Midwest. I picked some up recently when I went home. But, there are no acorns here in SoCal. I don't think Live Oaks have acorns. So, I had to resort to finding my acorns on Etsy. Love Etsy. Now real acorns aren't white and red and green, but that's the fun of felted acorns. You can find these fabulous acorns, here.