Inside the piney woods

I haven't ventured into what I call the "piney woods" in quite a while. It's a small stand of pine trees on the south side of a vineyard plot along our walking route. Callie liked walking in those woods, but I don't think I've taken Tasha there until now.

Inside the piney woods.

I noticed that the thick brush that blocked our entry in recent years is not there. There's no evidence that anyone cut it down, it just seems to have died back a little. So getting inside was easy. The ground is still covered with a carpet of shed pine needles, but it looked pock-marked by little craters, as if some animals were sniffing around looking for food. It could be the work of wild boar, known to dig around in farmers fields for grubs or tasty tubers.

Tasha enjoyed the smells and the adventure of a new walking route. I don't know how often we'll venture in, but if the access remains clear, it's likely we'll do it again soon.