“When the wind is in the east, then the sap will run the least,” Mama whispers in Chester’s ear. “When the wind is from the west, then the sap will run the best.”
Chester opens his eyes. “Is today the day? Is the wind from the west?” he asks.
“Yes,” Mama answers. “Grandpa called from the farm. It’s been clear and cold at night and sunny during the day. The sap is flowing, and he’s waiting for us.”
Chester jumps out of bed. He puts on his long underwear, wool socks, jeans, and sweater. He gobbles down his scrambled eggs and gulps his orange juice, then pulls on his snow boots and snow jacket.
“Don’t forget the pickles, Mama,” Chester calls as he climbs into the truck.
Mama and Chester…
