A messy spot just above the old farm near the night pasture gate |
A closer look at the ruts that can swallow a small car |
A springtime bike ride to the sugar house but first a stop to see the pussy willows |
Hello old friends...springtime pussy willows just beginning to bud |
These trees have been producing pussy willows on this same spot since we were children. We walked the 2 miles to our town's elementary school in the 1960's and would stop to pick pussy willows on the way to school and back home again in the afternoon. After a pause to take some photos it's on to the sugar house.
Sap buckets hang from the maple trees |
Inside the sugar house |
Entry point of the sap where it first begins to boil |
The sap boils up where it enters the tank |
The sugar man stays busy while the sap boils |
At times you can barely see through the room |
It's a full time job to maintain the fire that boils the sap |
A vintage Vermont maple syrup tin can sits on a window sill |
The dipper lets you know when it's just about ready |
The draw off lets you know when it has turned to syrup |
The finished product...sweet liquid gold |
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