Quietly, oh so quietly, spring is coming. The trees whispered it to me when I went for a walk last week. There is a maple sugar bush next to the trail and in this small section of the woods, the operator still uses the traditional buckets for sap collecting. I stood to enjoy the scene and listen to the drip, drip, drip of sap. Music to my ears.
It’s been a long winter but there’s hope. I like to walk at a local tract of forest near where I live. It’s my habit to stop for a moment at Chatten’s Creek as it reminds me that spring is always just beneath the surface–even this winter! It’s spring fed and never freezes over. It’s such a great metaphor at the end of a long, cold season that I just had to paint it.