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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.

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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.

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Oooh! Thanks for sharing. That’s fascinating. Love the connection. ❤️

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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.

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A sweet tradition! No pun intended…

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