coming to the farm in March
in sugaring time, as a small boy."
March in New England... T.S. Eliot wrote that "April is the cruelest month" but he was living in England at the time. To my mind, here in New England it's March that is capricious and unkind - buds emerging, sap quickening, blue skies brightening, while all the while your heart is steeling itself for that vicious storm of snow to come along and kick all your dreamy spring towers into a pile of rubble. April puts foundations under those towers but in March they are tottering still.
But whatever March may bring, the sap is running and Maple Sugar Days are here. It's true and it's real.
Oh, how I treasure what is true and what is real.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012