Spring happens one drop at a time at Camp Asbury. Have to take in every drop!

The bags are all hung on the trees with care in hopes that Lowell will soon be here. To harvest the sap and boil off the water. Sweet syrup for pancakes throughout the whole year.

“At winter’s stuttering end, in March, midnight freezes and noon is tropical, maple trees grow tin pails, and from sugar houses smoke rises day and night. Winter springs into sweetness.” (A Mind of Winter: Poems for a Snowy Season, selected by Robert Atwan, from Donald Hall’s Introduction p.8).