What a weekend

So, weekend before last we had a super-major all-out research-prep fest.
It was awesome. The weather was great, eighties, not too hot under the gracious forest canopy. Lovely violets sparkled like flecks of gold in the green and brown sea of the forest floor. Vine maple vivid green as its new leaves unfold and soak up the light; skunk cabbage the size of small child, streams swollen with the sudden snow melt singing across our path and flooding the way with their mad dance.

I had mighty plans of getting every plot reestablished for the summer course. We came close. I suppose I can't really complain that I have to spend another day out in the woods, watching the salmon berries finish their blooms and getting to know that neck of the woods just a little better.