I’m told it’s spring. Around here that means two things – mud and sugar.
Let’s start with mud.
For the next four weeks, the back roads of New England will be off limits to anyone who doesn’t own high-top boots and/or a four-wheel-drive vehicle. See that dirt road? You don’t even want to think about driving on it.
Although daytime temps are moderate (30s and 40s) there’s still snow sitting around, and they’re even talking about “unsettled” weather at the end of this week. I think that means the weather forecasters haven’t settled on the number of inches, yet.
Let’s start with mud.
For the next four weeks, the back roads of New England will be off limits to anyone who doesn’t own high-top boots and/or a four-wheel-drive vehicle. See that dirt road? You don’t even want to think about driving on it.
Although daytime temps are moderate (30s and 40s) there’s still snow sitting around, and they’re even talking about “unsettled” weather at the end of this week. I think that means the weather forecasters haven’t settled on the number of inches, yet.
The sugar part is what makes life bearable in this non-season. The smell of maple vapor, the buckets and lines running through the woods, and the chance to get together with friends for breakfast at a sugarhouse for pancakes and all things sweetable --- this is the stuff of winter dreams!
Ahhhh!
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour
Ahhhh!
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour
It’s enough to make me want to break out in song, nay poetry (!), in Middle English, no less.
Thank you, Geoffrey Chaucer. And thank you to whatever English teacher it was who made me memorize this thing. I hated it then, but love it today.
Thank you, Geoffrey Chaucer. And thank you to whatever English teacher it was who made me memorize this thing. I hated it then, but love it today.
