How wonderful are the warm days where the sun shines and you can go outside wearing a light jacket instead of your arctic parka. There are still cold nights that crust up the puddles until the sun breaks the ice again in the morning. Red-winged blackbirds can be heard making their familiar âconk-la-ree!â from the field and marsh. Snow geese turning brown farm fields into patches of moving whiteness as they land to rest on their journey north. These are all my favorite signs that it is time; time for an ancient flow of nature to begin. The flow of sap back into the mighty maple trees. It is sugaring time!