
The maple trees stand as silent guardians, ushering Spring into our corner of Wisconsin. Over the cacophony of birdsong the prehistoric rasp of the sandhill cranes on their northward journey fill the air. The squinch of my snowshoes in the deep white stuff languishing on the ground assures me that winter still has its hold on Wisconsin; but the quiet plop of sap, one of my favorite sounds of Spring, celebrates for me the rebirth of the earth. It happens with gentle dignity. It surprises with sudden greening. It delights with warmth and welcome, sunlight and showers.
We tapped our trees early this year (February 20)! These luscious soaps will be ready again by April of 2012, so place your order now to reserve your soaps. They sell quickly and only a limited amount can be made. When they're gone, they're gone!