It's supposed to be a good weekend for maple sap which means we'll probably go back up to our neighbors' sap house this weekend to
help them out drink beer while watching the sap boil into delicious syrup.
Before then though, we've got some work to do. Like sawing the deadfall we gathered last weekend to use in our wood stove.
And if that all sounds a little too romantic to you-- like I'm wrapping this all in a perfectly crumpled dish towel-- then let me just add that IT'S STILL TWENTY DEGREES HERE and I haven't felt my toes in days.
No, I take that back. MONTHS.