The sap is running now. There are ruts in the driveway filled with water and mud, created by hard-pack sugar snow. The ski trails beside us are still in great condition and the path through our maple trees is only walkable in the cold early morning otherwise you sink up to your knees-or worse your thighs! Even a winter lover like me knows (or desperately thinks) spring should be arriving full force by now. Green is still such a distant longing.
There are so many tasks to do, like move to the new farm, dig an oven foundation, fix up the farm house, build the new bread oven. Oh the impatience of spring time, my anticipation is growing now everyday.