The snow has melted once again. The fields look pretty good from far away, but once you step on one, you can feel the mud. I am hoping for a freeze up to finish picking my corn. The fields are almost a quagmire. They are a good place to keep tractors, wagons and equipment away. Lots of damage could be done to the soil structure by not waiting for better conditions.
I will wait. I will pick some more by hand. It goes surprizingly fast … once I get started. The horses get right into that grove and know just what to do. I pick a little ways, then ask the horses to move up. They go about the length of the wagon and I stop them there. I pick again and the whole process is repeated until the wagon is full. I guess I should just use the gravity wagon and get it done 😮
These crazy days of unseasonable weather make me think of spring. I am thinking about seeds, plowing and planting. I need to be focused on maple syrup season because I have so many jobs to complete, but I am like a young boy with spring fever.
I hear the sound of muzzleloaders going off all around us. The short primitive season is almost over. I think some deer were harvested or some fellows missed a lot. There sure were a bunch of shots taken. I guess the season grows in popularity a little more each year.
The deer harvest is over for me this year. I have too many other things to take my time. The corn, the sugarhouse and a big pile of firewood is ….. ready and waiting!

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