Last winter may have crashed over the highlands like a tidal wave, but spring was fickle. Weakly warm days gave way to snow at the slightest breath of northern breeze, and snow gave way to balmy rain when the breeze turned to the south. Only timidly did the sun ever peek through the clouds long enough to make a difference. Yet bit by sure bit, spring took hold and the meadows and woods slowly greened beneath lengthening days. Let’s head into the back country and discover the forest the moment after it wakens from its long, cold slumber.