-Come look at this forecast [on the NOAA website]
-No more freezing nights after tonight? This is terrible.
-The worm is turning at both ends.
-What does THAT mean?
-I know “the worm turns” is from Shakespeare and it means a change. Where have I heard “the worm turns at both ends?”  Did Vic [my father] used to say that? Meaning a very big change. Funny, a worm turning at both ends.
– By the way, my friend reports seeing her first robin yesterday.

Online search for “the worm turns”
From Shakespeare, Henry VI, Part 3: “To whom do lions cast their gentle looks? Not to the beast that would usurp their den. The smallest worm will turn being trodden on, And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood.”

From the Urban Dictionary: One’s luck or fortune changes.




Weather: When will I ever learn to not use the word ‘predict’? Probably never. Life feels cyclical rather than linear; across the decades I notice myself learning the same lessons over and over again.  I predicted the floodgates would open during the warm spell last week. They didn’t, but the sap that ran was exceptionally sweet, nearly 3%, and it boiled into ultra Fancy.

Not boiling is harder work than boiling, especially on April 6th after missing the prime weeks in March and then this past weekend.

-East Burke may be the place to be this year. And I’ll bet they’re getting it south of here.
-A guy I saw at CDL yesterday said, “Maybe I’ll do a little sugaring sometime.” When he said he was from Walden I said, “You may be in just the right spot for this season.” He just shrugged.

Stay tuned as the worm turns.


4 thoughts on “The Worm Turns

  1. I don’t know if East Burke is the place to be. We have only had one boil over 50 gallons. We are worried that the season will be over before the trees even wake up. Our upper bush has barely started running yet. We’ll see when the fat lady and the peepers are singing a duet.


  2. Ah, Jake, are you deflating my fantasy that the grass is greener on the high hills of Caledonia County? Wishing you many more freezing nights, a lively upper bush, and a fat lady who forgets her cue.


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