Now it was spring.

Alongside the river waterscars like old burns showed where the winter floods had run. Now it was spring. Everything was new, was remade. The night's rain glittered in every runnel, flashed from bush and bramble, lay pearled in the clasp of daisies....
--Sylvia Townsend Warner, The Corner That Held Them.

Here passed the first warm day of the year, and I went out to Sauvie Island, to Sturgeon Lake, and sat baking in weak sunshine, dreaming and incoherent by the water dimpled and wrinkled with life. Mt. St. Helens hunched her shoulders and blinked whitely in the pale sky.

Thanks to Dave for the gift membership. It will take me some time to understand folio making, but I will come to it.