Indigenous BelleWeather Sapsucker
Sap is running at last, the whole house smells like a pancake festival… not all of it ends up on the top of the woodstove! Already gallons in the pantry,
and the maple sugar melts on our tongues.
We saw the first robin, the first snowdrops have bloomed,
and our hens laid the first egg of spring.
Boiling Sap
Syrup for the Sweet!
