Sap buckets appeared on Perkins Road this morning...mere days after the wrath of february's windstorm battered trees and patience. The storm made war zones of backyard swingsets and felled mighty pines during the howling night.
Bent and dented, the buckets collect drops of springtime hope. Clear sap that will turn amber and sugary awaits. Snow melt hastens and crocuses dare to blink from frozen flowerbeds. Last gasp of winter? Maple trees offering to sweeten our season..counting out the in- between where winter relinquishes its hold and spring begins, drip by drip and drop by drop.
sending peace.
I love the image of sap as liquid hope...and expectancy of the sweetness and warmth of the months to come.
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