Spring in Muskoka is a slow door-opening. Ice goes out. The peepers start. Someone gets the first fire going on the dock even though it's still too cold to swim. A few weeks later the long weekend hits and everyone shows up at once.
This is for the weeks in between. The morning hoodie that never quite leaves. The tee that goes under the flannel that goes under the puffer. The piece that follows you to the truck, to the cottage, back to the city.
A small group of pieces we keep coming back to as the season opens. New stuff, returning stuff, the occasional staple that always belongs in spring. Pull from anything below.
