Somehow, as if overnight, in fact most probably overnight, rain, long overdue, and the lake comes up - to it's normal level, a meter at least, flooding fast, all the creeks are overflowing and miracle of miracles, every tree has turned bud to leaf, it's green, spring is here, rhododendrons and the dandelions and cherries have all blossomed, on Baker a fleeting hummingbird dances past the windows of John Ward. Spring.