A recent morning walk, normally unexciting and uneventful except for infrequent and brief encounters with rabbits, voles and deer, turned wonderfully engaging. Mother Nature had been silently working her magic during predawn hours, creating a unique visual masterpiece. And, as a consequence of pure luck, I just happened to be walking in the right place at the right time to witness the event. To quote the song lyrics of popular 1960s recording artist Jimmy Jones, “Good timin’ brought me to you.”

Walking beneath the overhanging, roadside pine trees, I noticed most downward-pointing pine needle tips were adorned…