Windy Pines

In a clearing where the shadows dance and the needles weave a restless choir, there’s a song that never ends. This is a walk with two dogs through a stand of pines. As the wind blows, the pines seem to sing a song. The fresh scent of pine and cedar is in the air. The little creatures who live in the canopy above and in the cover below are going about their business. Join me, the dogs, and the dwellers of the this small forest as we listen to the language of the pines.