Saturday, April 05, 2014
Since that bold night, when I invited half the town over and never considered where they would park, we've been riding out the rest of a particularly grueling winter. I knew we had turned a bend when we got invited to a sugar house to watch some farmer friends do their first boil of the season. I think I heard the world sigh when that sweet steam hit the sky.
Then I know I heard the girls sigh when they took their first sip of sap tea, tea made with boiling hot, sweet maple tree sap, instead of hot water. I've been telling them about it for years and they finally, at age 12 and 8, got to try it.
Other signs of spring are the sound and sight of the farmer whizzing by on his tractor pulling huge vats filled with sap to the sugar house. There was a panic there for a moment, when the sap wasn't running and it was already April.
And I heard the distant sound of honking Canada geese on a walk the other morning. I looked up and there, way high in the steel grey sky was a large formation of migratory birds headed north. North. Of all places.
Maybe my father can finally take his long johns off.
Speaking of my dad, I wrote about him and posted it to the BabyCenter Blog this morning. Read it if you feel so inclined. It's a lot more illuminating into my reality than this post has been.