Filed under: October 2012
October 22, 2012
I don’t care how many times I look at the sugarhouse, I am still tickled. It was a dream that took a long time to come true. I had a lot of folks pulling for me and a deep sense that I must have one. She stands like a testament to love and hard work. I am proud of her.
This past spring was our first production year for this sugarhouse. The amount of syrup we made was small, just over fifty gallons. The memories we made are too many to count. I know that I have several tucked away 😮
The sugarhouse stands for much more than a building to me. It is a pathway to the past. Some of my fondest memories involve a sugarhouse. The smell of the boiling maple sap brings those memories flooding into my mind.
My parents and grandparents would be so proud of this part of our farm venture. I think that is why I feel so good every time I walk by that building nestled against the hill, next to the woods.
It is a lot of work making maple syrup. I can honestly say that the feeling I get, is one of pure pleasure. There is no work for me at all. I enjoy it so much, it is like a vacation. The hot steam takes the place of a sea mist. The white snow covered landscape is like a sandy beach. The peace that fills me could not ever find me anywhere other than when I am in that sugar camp… yep… I’m still tickled!
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