by Nona Estrin
Drip! drip! drip! It’s either sap or rain, and what a change from one to the other. We’ve just had the weekend of our dreams with sap runs and sun, and here comes a week of rain and cloud, perhaps even snow! Still, a walk along the edge of our neighbor’s beaver ponds reveals pussy willows, the male pollen catkins, starting to emerge. And the ponds fairly vibrate with pent up life energy. Not long until they will be loud with the “quack” of hundreds of woodfrogs, then the din of peepers and, finally, the trill of toads!