It's early spring in Vermont.
Horses are in search of a green pasture sprout.
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
Oh, and lest I forget, mud season.
Thank you for visiting.
Sugar Shack by Jimmy Gilmer and the Fireballs
5 comments:
What fun to have a mystery visitor and observer of the Vt. scene!
Pancakes anyone?
Ain't got no Aunt Jemima hereabouts. Only the real McCoy.
I'm so jealous.
I have a picture of Mom Sugaring with the Meyers in April. The "buckets" were plastic with a flap over the top. I recall going to a sugaring off with Martha at about age 9. She jumped off the wagon that was taking us down to the sugar house and she punched one of the sap bags...one of the funniest sights I've ever seen: Martha standing in shock...fist still clenched as a gallon of sap dripped down her face and onto her wooly snowsuit!
What ever happened to the plastic buckets?
Whoah. It took me until the end where you listed the song to realize that I was reading yours and not Barbie's blog.
It sounds like a great visit!
As for Ruth's question about the buckets, working with plastic these days, my suspicion would be that 1) plastic doesn't stand up well in low temps without lots of chemical additives and 2) most of those additives are deemed a bad idea to consume in our food.
thanks for the trip to Vermont! Great images.
We are done with Sugaring here in Lincoln. Any day now the salamanders will crawl out of the primordial goo and cross the road!
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