Wide as Alaska

 April now and so much light pouring back into this vast landscape. Seven minutes more each day and in another month it won’t even be dark by midnight.

Spring. One of my favorite times here. Been engaged in the usual routine. Cutting down trees before the sap runs, buzzing them into rounds, and splitting next year’s firewood. I’ve bear-proofed my cabin before the grizzlies wake. And now time to tap the live trees before that sap does run. Because there’s nothing sweeter than Birch water. Except maybe Birch syrup over fresh-picked blueberries. Or summer, coming right around the corner, opening wide as this landscape, filling this remote, north land with so much light, now flooding back in.