March 8th, Lake Fenwick, Kent, WA. My husband and I are walking in a forest that is managing to survive development all around it. We walk here with our golden retriever Dusty and today his cousin Blue Heeler Dakota. The dogs did not disturb this suburban rain forest. They did not see the red breasted sapsucker tearing away the bark in search of bugs. I stopped to search for the bald eagle, scree, scree high overhead. I could hear him but he did not come into view this day. The old trees – every branch heavy with ferns growing like exotic gardens. I spot first one and then many trillium, glowing white in a golden green impressionist forest.