I love this fallow time between winter and spring because of all the signs of good things to come.
First the geese arrived. Then I saw daffodil tips breaking through the ground. Bird song has definitely changed to the spring mating variety. But the past few weeks, my favorite sightings—in a dead tie with a skein of geese—are the buckets.
Sugaring buckets have gone up all over the neighboring towns. I don’t think there’s a maple tree in the surrounding forty miles that doesn’t have a tap with a bucket hanging from it. And it’s one of the sweetest sights there is—no pun intended…
We have two sugar houses in the town I live in, busy boiling down the sap. Boy, I can just taste a hot stack of pancakes dripping with maple syrup…
Yep. It’s sugaring time. And yep, spring’s coming.
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Spring is like a magic word right now. I can’t wait!
I know—isn’t it? Enjoy the melting snow and sunnier days, Anna.
Oh, how nice all that sounds, it gives me a warm, Norman Rockwell type feeling. Living in the south we only get to see things like sugaring time in the movies or magazines.
We can actually see the grass around the edges now. Temps are creeping upward. It’s coming!
Catherine, thanks for stopping by! It’s funny, isn’t it, how much a part of life goes on around you, and you forget how regional it is. When a neighbor still had his horses, he’d take them out to exercise. They’d draw him in a carriage down our road. You could hear the bells around their necks and the clomping in the snow way before they were in sight. It would always make me come to a full stop to watch and listen. Some things never get old.
Hi, Marcia — Yes! Yay! I actually like winter, but there’s just something about going from hard winter into spring that’s wonderful–more so than any other season change. Enjoy!
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