The sap run came late this year. We are down to a single Mason jar of maple syrup in the pantry. I've had to hide it from my partner who uses it to sweeten his coffee, else wise the girls won't have any for french toast and pancake treats.
This winter started early and this late spring arrives with a sense of relief. The sap is flowing heavy now, the sound of drops plinking into the sap buckets merrily as I empty the day's bounty.