March around here generally means time to tap trees. I hadn’t really expected to do so so soon, though. It wasn’t much more than a week before that we took these winter bird pictures.
oh, and some non-bird pictures.
Almost every spring, we get outside to tap a few trees. Last Saturday I did 16, I think. I tend to lose track of how many I have actually done, as I generally skip any trees that still have more than one unclosed hole, resulting in most trees being tapped about every other year.
I guess it is more of a hobby than anything; we generally turn about half of the sap we get into syrup and the other half into maple sugar on snow. Yum! 
I am very grateful to Elizabeth for assisting me by carrying all the buckets. She also carried a large pair of pruning shears – something I always mean to do, but never actually end up doing.
We tapped a couple of trees inside the cow’s fence, so we shall see what the inspector thinks.
Psalm 119:103-104 “How sweet are thy words unto my taste! yea, sweeter than honey to my mouth! Through thy precepts I get understanding: therefore I hate every false way.”