As winter slowly fades in Canada, a sure sign of spring emerges. Sap begins to flow from maple trees.
Before the days of elaborate tubing, each tree was tapped and a bucket hung from the tap to catch the sap. 163 more words
I am reasonably good at skiing.
Once a year I decide skiing might be fun. I can navigate down a hill without gravely injuring myself. I still fall. 390 more words