Home again to California, on Friday morning I walked the perimeter fence, dodging raindrops and looking for the first wildflowers. The only ones I found were these tiny white flowers that might be from the moss.
Along the north boundary are piles of rocks that held the original fence posts in place on the lava cap. Dad built the 'new' fence in the late 70s, maybe early 80s.
These three does were out for a walk in the rain with me!
Moccasin Peak was shrouded in clouds, and no Yosemite peaks were visible.
The vernal pools on the lava cap are all full of water. In a few weeks they will be masses of wildflowers.
No leaves yet on the buckeyes.
But many 'eyes' were sprouting under the trees.
This is the fence line on the west side.
Across the fields the tall grass looked like white flowers, maybe popcorn, but it was the raindrops caught on the blades.