Sunny days of gathering, with crisp weather hovering at about the 3 degree Celcius point are wonderful days to be out in the woods. Such days engage my senses. I get to view nature in its purest, capture snapshots of tranquillity as I set out to gather this day’s harvest. Sun glistens off of the snow, light sparkles through icicles. Sap tastes like sweet snowflakes. As I progress, a calming steady rhythm begins -droplets of sap hitting the bottom of buckets. The beat picks up the more buckets I empty – plunk plunk plunk, plunk plunk. It turns into an orchestra of plunks with me as maestro.