Enough Already. The entire state is suffering snow and ice once again. You can see the many layers that have attempted to melt on the cabin deck, but ' again ' it is snowing, blowing, wet, miserable, depressing.
I want to see my flowers where the snow is piled high.
They are under there somewhere. And green grass would be nice.
Stay ' tight,' apple buds, our winter is not over yet.
The guys are out in this unforgiving weather,
collecting maple sap from the trees,
under a tented sap cooking pan, boiling off
what syrup they can before nightfall.
Then they will shut the operation down for the night,
only to fire it up again in the morning.
By tomorrow evening, we should have another
batch of pure maple syrup ready to be jarred and sealed.
Maybe, just maybe, with all this extra snow,
the grandsons will get to finish that snow tunnel,
Have a smiling weekend.
If I don't get completely snowed in,
I may just be back.