A clear, bright -23C (-9F) this morning with the promise of a snowstorm by nightfall.
I guess it's still winter.
We're halfway through the last row of firewood.
And it's Monday. Again.
And I haven't got a clue what to write here today. Woe is me. A thousand ideas clammer for attention. A
thousand more ToDo's wave frantically (and sorry about my ineffective verb demanding an adverb - it's Monday so give me a break).
Oh, but wait - what light through yonder window breaks? An advert for the Maple Sugar Festival at Brooks Farms just popped up on my Facebook newsfeed. Now there's something to lift the spirits. The folks at the farm think the sap will be running by March 1, just TWELVE days away. Sweet!
|image courtesy of Brooks Farms|
I can taste the cool sweetness of the sap.
I can hear the 'plink' of a drop in the bucket...
I can smell the wood fire under the blackened pots.
I'm loving their optimism.
It's going to be a great day afterall!
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