A stroll through the woods in the mild weather of this week brought back "sappy" memories for me. The matted mess of fallen leaves on the ground, the stand of maples all around, the tittering of chickadees overhead, the smell of wintered air hung out to dry... One thing was missing, though. I didn't hear the drip, drip of the sap hitting the bottom of the plastic ice cream buckets like I did in my childhood making-maple-syrup experience. Still, the trip back memory trail was sweet.
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