Foraging

                Spring had come like a freight train with no breaks at full speed through winter. There had been no gradual build to the warmer days, the greener grass, the days of rain. It had, instead, been snowing one day and then the next day all the snow had melted and the sun was beating down on the isle. Which is what had brought Eos and Snowbird down to the sparse forest that butted up against the ocean.                 The mountains were still too...