O Maple Tree!

The sure sign of spring at our house has most definately become the tapping of the maple trees. So, imagine the saliva dripping from my mouth having seen Dan collect and present the tree tapping tools yesterday.

We spent a good hour hand drilling and tapping in the frigid wind, grinning like snowmen about to thaw. Life doesn't get much better. But in a few weeks it will, when we evaporate all the water to reveal what remains: golden syrup-y goodness.

Here's a pic of Dan doing his hand drilling thing. A tap is already in place, he's putting in a second on this tree. See Stewart on the bottom left? He still thinks he's a dog and follows us wherever we go. Janie, I think he misses you.

Oh, help me I love this time of year.