Sixty Five Degrees of Relief
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1 min readFeb 23, 2018
Winter’s chill hid behind the barn door as I stepped out and into a gloriously warm morning. Today is unusually warm and for the next couple of weeks, the Maple sap will run. I gave our neighbor permission to tap our trees and in return, he offered to give me a gallon of syrup and that is a fair exchange. The gray of February is offset by the sweet water and its nutrient-rich reward of Maple syrup.
The road I follow emerges from the trees into a field and the sun’s warmth relaxes me. Soon I descend into the hollow, where the sun’s blessing can not follow and here the air is moist and refrigerated. This is where Winter will make its last stand, among the beech, birch, and pine.
