Back from visiting family in East Aurora. Coltsfoot appearing along the Crossroads. It is the first wildflower of the season; common, ubiquitous, miraculous.
Found a lovely lily (Calochortus albus) in a shady adenostoma thicket near Coulterville, in company with Adiantum Chilense. It is white with a faint purplish tinge inside at the base of the petals, a most impressive plant, pure as a snow crystal, one of the plant saints that all must love and be made so much the purer by it every time it is seen. It puts the roughest mountaineer on his good behavior. With this plant the whole world would seem rich though none other existed. It is not easy to keep on with the camp cloud while such plant people are standing preaching by the wayside.
Through the Foothills
My First Summer in the Sierra
John Muir
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