Flashes of Panic

The sap buckets are out on the maple trees by the office, and the tube networks have spread like plastic spiderwebs through most local sugarbushes. (I learned last year that a “sugarbush” is a stand or grove of maple trees.)

I didn’t see any smoke coming from the sugar houses on Route 9 last Sunday when I drove up to Notchview, probably because the weather hasn’t been right (yet) for a good sap run. Apparently the best season is when the days are above freezing, and the nights below.

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