Our rural county roads are lined with sights like this right now. Many people are tapping the maple trees this time of year. I'm almost jealous of the tree-tappers. I could easily live my life in the old-fashioned, homesteading, country manner. Problem is, no one else in the family is all that excited about such an endeavor and that lifestyle takes the cooperation of a whole household. When I hear of someone who is raising goats or sheep, I dream of my own flock. I've only been able to raise the chickens so far--a job not requiring the help of more than one person.
Every year when I see the trees tapped it reminds me of my childhood when one year my parents decided to tap our maple trees and boil the syrup down for a science project for me. I will never forget all the work (mostly on their part!). But I'd love to try it again!
My favorite reading often consists of homesteading magazines and historical non-fiction. This time of year I'm beginning to miss my garden and long for the satisfaction of new green sprouts coming up in neat rows. I just thought this picture typified spring and after the snowfall this week--we could use some thoughts of spring! Blessings, LORI
