The yellow-flowered mustard I think is called yellow rocket has taken over the riverbanks. It’s making quite a show, whether you look upriver . . .
Downriver . . .
Or straight across . . .
The deadwood from fire and drought is being overshadowed by a sea of yellow. The recent thunderstorms have helped a lot. It’s made walking difficult, though, as it covers the irregularities in the sand and half-buried windfall. Every once in a while, when there’s a bit of wind, you’ll hear a rending crack and thump as yet another dead willow goes down. Every time I walk down to the water, I have to find a new path. It’s going to be interesting to see what the summer brings.