“The air turned soft. The flowers rioted on the foothills and along the watercourses and clover bloomed. It was the few days between winter and the dusty summer when the earth held water for a moment, People opened the windows of their houses and let air wash through They looked at the beds of iris and the camas lilies, up and brilliant and gone in a week. “
-from Long Son, A Gabriel Du Pré Mystery by Peter Bowen (1945-2020), page 152
