Here in the wilds of central Massachusetts the daffodils, crocus, and the many tapped maple trees are heralding the advent of spring at last. Maple syrup season is upon us!!
Of course, the weather is ignoring most of my wishes as warm, tantalizingly days with the thermometer tickling the low to mid-sixties are followed by chilly raw, windy days when we barely climb past the mid-forties...
My new alarm clock, the return of the many songbirds, confirms the wonderful change of the seasons, and as I write this the sun is peeking over the horizon. I'm looking forward to the longer days as the sun's rays grow stronger. No longer to I have to content myself with basking behind my double-pane windows on a wintry afternoon.
Scouring the yard to pick up the remains of winters debris of broken branches and windblown trash, mud season is arriving as the ground gives up its hoary frost. I nearly got the lawn tractor stuck pulling a trailer full of stuff for the leaf pile!!
There's not much to complain about here, there's been an odd sighting or two of some black bears breaking their seasonal nap and much to look forward to as the days grow longer and warmer. Of course, that means as the trees begin to leaf out, the return of the black flies, mosquitos, and various and sundry other flying pests...
Pancakes, french toast anyone, and be sure to pass the Maple Syrup!!