pine-spikes

Updated: June 11, 2025

The girl did not speak to him, but as she sat by the grave she kept weeding out the little white blades of faded autumn grass and yellow pine-spikes, peering into the soil as if to see what it was all made of, and everything that was growing there; and in truth, whether by Septimius's care or no, there seemed to be several kinds of flowers, those little asters that abound everywhere, and golden flowers, such as autumn supplies with abundance.

Nathaniel Hawthorne - Septimius Felton, or, the Elixir of Life