The Humble Celandine

Quote from The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe, by CS Lewis, when Edmund was being herded by the witch through a Narnia where her spell of always winter was losing its power:

Every moment the patches of green grew bigger and the patches of snow grew smaller. Every moment more and more of the trees shook off their robes of snow. Soon, wherever you looked, instead of white shapes you saw the dark green of firs or the black prickly branches of bare oaks and beeches and elms. Then the mist turned from white to gold and presently cleared away altogether. Shafts of delicious sunlight struck down on to the forest floor and overhead you could see a blue sky between the tree tops.
Soon there were more wonderful things happening. Coming suddenly round a corner into a glade of silver birch trees Edmund saw the ground covered in all directions with little yellow flowers - celandines. 

It's not snow here, it's dust; and it's not winter, it's drought, but the feeling is similar, a spell is being broken...

Gratefuls:
- wandering the Land, seeing the beauty emerging again, thought it might never return
- enough sunshine for Mike to finish the door
- one of my best friends joining me in the sex-agenarian club, sounds fun!

And we registered to vote - by proxy daughter!