Despite the rain, I went out today to check the buckets. I was expecting cold biting wind, and that raw overall feeling that stays with you three cups of hot chai later. What I got was the complete opposite. Yes, it is raining. But it is a delightful rain. A rain that turns snow into slush. A rain that signals the start of mud season. A maple sugarmakers delight.
The buckets were at half the usual yield. The taps were putting out at a pensive pace. Just enough to let me know that I'll do another pass down the line later this afternoon.