Making syrup is done under the careful supervision of Sammy ~ taking it easy ... laying out on top of the kennel on his bear skin rug ... I guess every job needs it's foreman.
into a chorus line of plinks and plunks from many taps .... one of those sounds you just have to hear to really appreciate what I'm talking about ... the dripping of the tree sap into the metal buckets hung throughout the woods ...
yes ... it was a good way to spend the late afternoon ... visiting with Dave & Wendy ... being outside ... breathing in the spring air ... AND ~
being reminded by Mark and Alice's and Scotty's kids what it was like once again of being a kid ... playing in the woods ....
They were busy making a fort ... a few sticks across some rocks ... with a few handfuls of grass ... but it was sufficient enough to ward off the monster that was attacking the woods and drinking up the maple sap from Uncle Dave's buckets.
You rock Dylon!
Keep Uncle Dave's woods safe from that sap slurping monster!
Until next time...
So it goes in my neck of the woods.