Rain overnight softened the soil and brought out a tolerable number of mosquitoes. I went back into the woods where yesterday I found ramps covering the forest floor; I collected a fistful then, but this morning I brought a plastic bag. They came up more easily from the looser ground, and I figured out a better way to harvest them — pull to the side rather than straight up so that the thin purple stem doesn’t break off from the bulb. In some places the ramps grew literally as far as my eye could see; on the ground, the only color other than green was the white of the three-petaled trilliums that cropped up here and there. Some of the ramp’s leaves, not many, had been chewed by deer.