February 15, 2014
Tapping in heavy snow. This is a photo of the five-sixteenth line that runs to each tap on each tree. Paul says, “Just before it goes under.”
Tapping in heavy snow. This is a photo of the five-sixteenth line that runs to each tap on each tree. Paul says, “Just before it goes under.”
Welcome to my world…Paul started tapping this morning at 6:00, with his headlamp, and headed home tonight at 6:00 p.m. That’s a day and a half, in the steepest neck of the woods, and snow coming down relentlessly. Mare and I worked together. The silence was punctuated with laughter when each time I slipped and…
Laura and I rode along with David when he went off to college in Virginia. We stayed in a motel in Leesburg, and is my habit, I took a walk. There, right under my feet, imbedded in the sidewalk, were quotes such as these, from Martin Luther King, Jr. Step by step, I raised a…
I drove to a lawn-mowing job, got turned around, and reached behind the pick-up seat for my ear-muffs. Not there. I cannot mow without them; years of driving tractors and moving wood beside a running chainsaw have left my ears sensitive to noise. I searched the truck for ear plugs. Lots of change, tools, fireman’s…
I went to a seminar on website marketing. “Analyze the traffic,” the man instructed, so as to count the number of visitors to our new site, and so on. The information was all new to me. Yesterday, I hiked back to the sugarwoods. The season is over, and now it’s time for pulling spouts. We have several sections…