As I started to say, along the trail this morning and just upon the spring or vernal equinox tomorrow, on an eight mile dance, otherwise run, I was awakened from dream-space to the delight of the first opening of [Ranunculus] little frogs or Buttercups. The eyes of Coyote snatched away by Eagle . . . replaced with buttercups. How wonderful. There along the trail in the warming sunshine two dozen yellow flowers.