Out hiking and wading yesterday, and again today. Then the board meeting, amending documents older than I am, then another walk to recuperate from that (though it really went quite well). The trilliums are mostly down to pink, still some white ones by the spring, quite gorgeous.

Unlike at Anna's, the overriding impression is lush and green and blooming. Maybe that valley is just a very special place. Still, this spring feels fragile, as if rain is much more important than it should be.

Oh, and nettle soup is yummy. I take back all my unkind thoughts about stinging nettles over the years.