Today is “Maple Syrup Sunday” in Maine. It’s a big celebration of the first harvest--the sugar harvest. There’s singing and dancing and food and, of course, maple syrup. People from away might not even know it was taking place. Everything looks the same as it always does in a spring that still looks like winter, and since the temperature was only 14 degrees today, it’s easy to miss the signs.
But if you ask the animals, they’ll tell you that the sap is
running. Somehow, they know. I’ve always wondered if they can hear it
running through the trees. I think they
can. I think they hear the swoosh of it
through the trunks, and they know that sound means warmer weather is on its way
along with abundant pastures. Their
spirits really start to pick up around this time. It’s not that they’re “down” in the
wintertime like many humans are, but when the sap runs, the animals start going
just a little crazy. They get antsy and
quite comical at times, sneaking out of their stalls and pens whenever they get
the chance. You can see it in the way
they walk that they know winter is over, and if you look closely, I swear you’ll
see them smile.
I should have known. A
calendar on the wall means nothing. A
news report is just babble. Spring comes
when the Earth says it’s spring and not a moment sooner. And once the Earth does say it’s spring, look
out! Everything happens at once. I hope you’re prepared.
The animals know the sap is running. |