Now it is trying to be spring.

We were late in tapping maples trees for sap this year. We made a little syrup but nowhere near as much as last year. This maple is next to the county line road between our garden and our home.

We’ve also been cutting firewood, all from dead trees. This is part of the road shown in the Walking post. We cut and split the dead oak that had fallen across the road and stacked the firewood under a blue tarp. This is in part of our woods where we decided we’d not fell any trees, not even dead ones.

Every now and again I take a decent photo. This is a vernal pond with frog eggs. The spring peepers, until they warm up, sound like slow quacking ducks. Later in the spring turtle eggs hatch and we’ll have to watch our step. The babies are about size of a nickel.