"I've got to get back to that sugar shack, whoa baby..."

It's early spring in Vermont.

Horses are in search of a green pasture sprout.

Oxen are taking an early peak from the barn.

The Red Sox are heading north.

And from every hollow and hill throughout the state there are plumes of steam evaporating above the treetops.

It's sugaring-off season.

The taps in the sugar maple trees bring a steady drip of fresh sap into the covered tin buckets.

The buckets are gathered and dumped into the vat

While workers feed the fire...all day and well into the night if the sap is running.

Oh, and lest I forget, mud season.

Thank you for visiting.

Sugar Shack by Jimmy Gilmer and the Fireballs