Burr has a particular way of seeing the world and then writing about it...
Hello again Maple People,
We have two spring seasons here in Vermont. The first is, of course, our sweet and famous maple sugarin'. Sugarin's part of my genetic makeup so, you see, it's not income or livelihood that leads me to the woods every spring but something instinctive and unforgiving. Just as a squirrel gathers nuts or a dog waters hydrants, when spring comes I've gotta sugar rain or shine, feast or famine, or more appropriately, snow or snow. Speaking of snow, this year Saint Valentine greeted us with 36 inches of the stuff, three dozen ways to say "I love you"! The day after thatDo yourself a favor and go sign up for your own subscription. Or if you just want a copy of this issue send me an email and I'll forward a copy of this issue...
holiday dumping, I would rather have skipped sugarin' altogether but I proceeded with deep, snowshoe-trudging steps toward the season ahead. This may come as a surprise, since on the outside I look like a happy-go-lucky sugarmaker, but the rigidness of "having to do it" sometimes creates negatives in my sugarmaking life; no drop in the bucket for a "happy-go-lucky sugarmaker".