The leaves were changing into gold and reds. The valley was quite and the air was cool. It wouldn’t be much longer before the maple smell would be in the air. This was the best time of the year. I love fall and winters here in Vermont. When the first snow flake showed up I was so excited. I walked to the maple trees and there it was. The rich golden glow smell of maple. I walked among the maples and took in the familiar smells that meant home and love to me. A sense of traditions, family and love over swept me. I felt light, like I could blend with the trees and become a part of them. On one of my walks I saw rabbits playing in the snow. They jumped and played for quite sometime. They were having so much fun. A moose walked slowly away, taking her time. She stopped to eat some leaves and then slowing and graceful continue on. The wildlife this time of year was breath taking. There were wolf tracks and squirrels and chipmunks tracks. You could hear the syrup dropping in the buckets now and then. Soon they will be gathered and the grandparents would put love and care in each batch they would prepare. I slept at night wishing that this would last forever. A deep and peaceful sleep. Soon Spring would come and everything would bloom again. The animals babies would all be out playing and the moose would of had her calf. I love my life in my maple valley. Love and family, and values you have for a lifetime. Soon I will learn to make the syrup to put on the market. Until then I’ll walk thu the maples and see the seasons change.