Ice-storm from the east – Crackle of poplar branches swayed by the wind – the fields of dead grass soon
glaring with a soft luminous silver sheen.

Maple trees in bloom — Mrs. Taylor called and said the maple sugar was ready. So after a good lunch at the Lodge, we drove down to get it. What a joy to visit their “sugar bush” —a stand of noble maples on the low flat hill with the bright March sun through the branches. Mr. Taylor waited on me— (I found him in the “boiling down” shed— I wanted to get a whiff of the odor of boiling sap, unlike any other.)

Maple trees in bloom — Mrs. Taylor called and said the maple sugar was ready. So after a good lunch at the Lodge, we drove down to get it. What a joy to visit their “sugar bush” —a stand of noble maples on the low flat hill with the bright March sun through the branches. Mr. Taylor waited on me— (I found him in the “boiling down” shed— I wanted to get a whiff of the odor of boiling sap, unlike any other.)

Snow-drops in bloom...

This was the coldest day of the winter...

The most uncouth youth on a blue-sky day in March, thru the heat of his quickening blood, attains a sort of unaccustomed glory.