Here is a video I made a few years ago about a typical sapping season for making maple syrup. I'm a strictly kitchen operation and aim to make just enough for family and friends.
People who know me well enough know that I don't do a great job of long-term anger. I complain loudly, but it passes rapidly. Stoic I am not.
You get a sort of meager slumber. Night-Ops rumbling above, General Quarters can sound any time; and up you'd rise to your assigned station.
Let's see hitching rides in the rain with a hole in the sole of one shoe; squish squish to Boston. Owning one blanket, and the girlfriend who is staying over turns out to be a blanket hog; so romantic.
Hidden in every February is the coming spring.
I was obsessed with themes in my earlier life, well I guess I am still.
Friends had indicated with the twirling finger by the temple that Joey was nuts. In that decade known for the outre, Joey was a further outlier.
The little sloop Pussytoes was to get rechristened. Around the boatyard, we snickered. Who'd want to sail the on the Pussytoes?
To get somewhere by "going 'round Robinhood's Barn" was a favorite saying of the Cap'n and his family.
One night I borrowed his custom-made Guild guitar for a gig. Of course, I forgot to ask.