I stood by the stream, facing west toward the sun hidden below the horizon, eyes closed, heart filled with gratitude for the 20 gallons of sweet sap we have collected from the red maples since we put the taps in last week (2-15-13). Quiet, I listened to the drip, drip of the sap flowing into the empty bucket at my side. The stream bubbled merrily, singing the praises of the arrival of spring. As I sent my thanks out into the world, a turkey saw fit to call back its thanks. Twice. I guess you get back what you put out.
I am so fortunate to lead a wonder-filled, wonderful life.