With temperatures approaching 70 and the sky cerulean blue, I couldn’t deny myself a mosey down from Green’s View into Shakerag Hollow. Tree and shrub buds were still bound up tight, but bits of early spring foliage were peeking out between the dried leaves on the forest floor, toothwort, phacelia, cleavers, sweet cicely, and leaf cup among them. The quiet afternoon was broken by squeals from young boys playing barefoot (it’s February, mind you) in the creek. Among their finds: wiggly little insect larvae on the undersurfaces of stream rocks. Sharper eyes than mine might have spied a lone hepatica or toothwort flower, but I did happen upon a profusion of jonquils blooming at the old Mooney homeplace deep in the hollow. Geology professor Bran Potter showed me the site years ago, replete with jonquils and old rusted washtubs, but this was the first time I have seen it in bloom. A lovely reminder of long-ago inhabitants of this forest!