Living in New England, there’s no season I anticipate more than spring. Winter has it’s charms but they wear off in about a month. Today we took the girls to a Sap to Syrup breakfast at Drumlin Farm and it was a feast for my starved senses. The green shoot of a crocus against the stark white snow, the girls warm laughter filling the crisp sky, the smell of thaw, the birds heralding warmer days and a bleating baby lamb. It’s coming!