It is a great day when the cart is loaded with the buckets and theprocession starts into the woods. The sun shines almostunobstructedly into the forest, for there are only naked branches tobar it; the snow is soft and beginning to sink down, leaving theyoung bushes spindling up everywhere; the snowbirds are twitteringabout, and the noise of shouting and of the blows of the axe echoesfar and wide. This is spring, and the tiny child can scarcely contain hisdelight that his out-door life is about to begin again.