Burning Sap

No, that's not a description of me, or my brain, while enduring a never-ending conference call and typing this at the same time.

It's the smell from the kitchen last night as our first seven gallons of sap, patiently boiled down to a half gallon then brought inside to finish almost caught fire as we neglected it. The house smells a bit like cotton candy. Smoky cotton candy.

We tapped three trees with seven taps and have (er, had) 36 gallons of sap in one week of tapping. Hopefully the sap will keep running all week.

Speaking of running; with sap, construction projects, and of course one 33 week pregnant wife, I have not done much running. I'm always running around, but that's different. I did, however, enjoy my neighborhood sledding hill yesterday and soaked up this beautiful april sunshine with my wife, brother, sister in law and nephews, five and two. What a day. Despite the foot and a half of snow almost everywhere, I am proud to report several crocuses poking up out of the soil on the south side of the house. Spring will be here someday.

Snow update- two and a half inches the other day- another seven inches and Concord breaks the all-time seasonal snowfall record. We're in second place. What the hay, why not?

Sometimes a good friend from the city comes and visits- a transition for me and for her. A reminder that we all can appreciate a change of scenery now and then. I'd better get down to the city soon and return the favor. Perhaps there's spring down there.

Yes, I started this blog hopping up and down loving the snow. Now I'm dreaming of all things green. We can't control our subconscious; we can track its progress through cabin fever and mud season and enjoy it all.

--All my random thoughts for now