Spring in the Milne woods

"Still, in the Spring of the year, in the Milne woods, pink and mauve Spring Beauties carpet many acres of forest floor, surging around the trees, glowing in the sunlight, a personification of Spring; overhead perhaps an azure sky; ardent sunshine: a picture not readily forgotten. Across the stream from the woods, under a tangle of weeds and willow lies the debris of the old woolen mill, and below it, still seeping from the ancient pipe in the basement wall, the tiny sptring which even 'the march of progress' cannot stifle as it pursues its never changing course to the Don by Milne's Hollow." (Sauriol, Remembering the Don, 1981, p. 89)