Spring  has started to spring here! It is welcomed yet at the same time it brings a goodbye. A farewell till the fall. I do love thé quiet of thé snow, the blanket of white hugging everything. It’s truly magical. With spring the trees here start to run, the sap gurgles and sings. You can hear it when you walk through the forest on a sunny day. Maple trees are tapped and the sweet tree water dances in the buckets. The stove is steaming and creating alchemy of sorts. Tree water becomes syrup. Where ever you live do you tap trees for creating syrup? Blessings