"But sometime in February, just when we grew restless and a little weary from
the lack of color all winter, from the scarves, boots, shovels, and crockpot
stews, we'd feel the flurries of my favorite type of snow: a sugar snow, thick
and heavy, hugging the base of the sugarbush--what a forest of sugar maples made
for tapping is called--while keeping the roots cool enough that they don't start
developing leaves just yet..."
What follows is an excerpt from writer Aimee Nezhukumatathil's "Taste of
Wonder" column.
