Eleanor's Birthday, Phase III: Tapping Our Trees

Waiting for Mama to find her camera, catching snowflakes on their tongues... 

Papa in snow shoes broke a path, Nalli took the path of least resistance. 

Emilia helped Papa drill the first hole.

If she looked hard enough perhaps she would see sap. No luck. 

I guess we'll have to use the spiles.

I'm two now! I'll pass you the buckets. 

And I'll hang them.

I'll sit here and watch...