You know that spring is coming when there’s still daylight at Porter Square as the evening train arrives, when the chickadee changes its call from “chick-a-dee-dee-dee” to “hear me ” (listen), and when neighbors’ trees sprout sap-collecting cans.
My mother tried maple sugaring one year, but spent too much on stove gas to cook it down slowly.
Asakiyume, are you making maple syrup this year?
I will be looking for other signs of spring soon: motorcycles, lawnmowers, people washing cars in driveways, neighbors talking more, and the first crocus. But I already saw bluebirds. In the dead of winter, believe it or not. They were cleaning off the berries from the deciduous holly bushes. Astonishing!
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