Boiling sap on such a wonderfully spring like day is a gift in comparison to the brutal single digits of the first boil of the season.
We can count our blessings that we made it this far on the last of the sap wood and that we only needed a couple of chunks of the two dead pines we did drop yesterday.
I guess the most exciting part of yesterday was being left alone and in charge for a considerable amount of time while SP took Baby to a birthday party. Pickle came outside for a little bit and I asked her to snap a couple of pictures of me, since I am always the one behind the camera.
Luckily, SP came home in the knick of time because, of the 4 buckets of sap he left me with, I was down to the bottom of the 4th bucket. That was a little too close for comfort.
I had a moment of glee when I realized the snow had melted enough that we could see the top of the well cap. Even the chickens realized the retreat of the snow and resumed their dusting under the pine tree behind the house.
Sixty gallons to syrup came rather quickly, and this late season sap gave us some gorgeous colors left in the pan, with the spring afternoon sky reflected in the surface.
As the afternoon progressed on, we were increasingly aware of the sounds of running water. We were surrounded by mini streams of snow melt. It was also time to go break out some water bars to save the road and driveway from being further washed away. Oh the joys of spring time!
|WHERE THE SNOW MELTS OUT FROM UNDER THE WALL|
|TRYING TO FIND THE DRIVEWAY|
|HILL MEETS SEPTIC RUNOFF|
|THE TIME OF YEAR THE SWING SET IS OUT|
|DON'T EAT MY DRIVEWAY|
|DOWNHILL SIDE FROM HOUSE|