Time got away from us this year. Word is that sugar season was short with our unseasonable weather, and we missed it.
But maybe not. I checked the ten day forecast at the beginning of the week and saw what looked like good flow weather. Cold nights, warmer days. Taps went in just in case, rigged with our high-tech system of old milk jugs and wire. We won’t have gallons of syrup, but I’ll be kicking myself a little less than if we got none.
We’re a bit late getting the firewood in this year.
The just about empty shed was starting to make me feel a bit panicky. A day with the log splitter made a good start, and we’ll finish up this weekend, assuming the weather cooperates. We’re working with some very gnarly wood from a tree that was hundreds of years old. This will be the fourth year it’s kept us warm, and we made two side tables from it as well. I wish it was still standing in its old spot, but I’m glad to know none of it has gone to waste.