Flowers are starting to pop. I have been letting Emile off the leash in safe places. He runs as fast as he can the minute he gets off. I think he goes too far and it worries me, but I love to see him run free.
We heard horses whinnying, wood peckers working away, saw boar tracks and snout holes.
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| Here I come Mom! |
Kate every disgusting thing she could find and then rolled in it. There were tiny violets starting to pop. It is a gorgeous day...perfect temperature. There was a lot of mud. I almost slipped and fell a few times in my short wellies. We didn't see a soul. We also found a new trail that we will try next time. Everyone is exhausted.
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| I love this! |
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| Secret Olive Grove. |
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| Love to find these old cars that nature has absorbed. |
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| looking north |
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| North east toward pre alps |
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| Looking south east toward the sea. |
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| The newer olive grove lives across the dirt road from the secret olive grove. |
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| dirty girl |
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| a nice schmere on her face. |
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| The dirty hunter. |
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| Note how the boars rip up all of the ground looking for grubs and tubers. |
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| A snout hole. |
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