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Sap's runnin'. Sugar weather is here. The trees have been tapped, and every morning now we get up at dawn and chirp with the robin. And presently the great sun comes smiling up over the horizon, and the work of the world begins. There is no depression in the order of Nature. Life is beginning to stir in the "old eternal way." There are no strikes to settle or failures to be investigated. As the frost yields to the influence of the sun and the south wind, the roots and seeds begin to absorb moisture and heat and prepare themselves for the glory of summer. The activity of spring is beginning, and it is something worth getting in step with. As I start toward the sugar bush I seem to leave the whole nightmare of human affairs behind. The wide sanity of Nature covers everything. The seed-time and the harvest are starting on their eternal round, and the man who is in harmony with life need not trouble his head about reconstruction or deflation or exchange, or any of the other things with which men perplex themselves. The essentials of food and shelter are ready to his hand and if he bestirs himself he can provide for his necessities without going beyond the bounds of his teeming acres. And if he opens his mind to the influences by which he is surrounded he can experience deeper delights than are provided by all the arts and sciences of man. To be in accord with the life that is now beginning to flood the world is better than owning stocks and securities. There is nothing that money can buy or power can command that is equal to the wealth of serene happiness that Nature places within our reach.