John Burroughs was practically my neighbor! I am sure he wandered into my home which was once the general store many times. He probably bought his supplies, maybe had the blacksmith behind the store fix something for him or maybe had a meal at the tavern which is where my garage now stands. After the railroad came in “town” was moved down the road and the store became a home.
The Blue plastic sugar lines here will be flowing like crazy soon I am sure. I see that there are vats everywhere to collect it. Maple season in full swing brings the scents and smells of winter ending and spring beginning. Mid-March boiling and bottling.
A note from LoveLetterist:
There is a sweetness
in watching
the
three-year-old
who
initiated this tradition
now lug
the buckets
as a
strong
young
man.
John Burroughs was practically my neighbor! I am sure he wandered into my home which was once the general store many times. He probably bought his supplies, maybe had the blacksmith behind the store fix something for him or maybe had a meal at the tavern which is where my garage now stands. After the railroad came in “town” was moved down the road and the store became a home.
Oooh! Thanks for sharing. That’s fascinating. Love the connection. ❤️
The Blue plastic sugar lines here will be flowing like crazy soon I am sure. I see that there are vats everywhere to collect it. Maple season in full swing brings the scents and smells of winter ending and spring beginning. Mid-March boiling and bottling.
A sweet tradition! No pun intended…