How was your season?

“How did the season end up?” asked Barb the bookkeeper.“I hope the season finished strong,” wrote a friend from the West.“What sort of year was it?” asked Patty when she placed a phone order.“Did you have a good season?” asked Wendy at Mac’s Market. “Good.”“Yuh, it did.”“Good.”“Yuh, we did.” It reminds me of returning home… Read More


A Tanka for March 22 Sun warming one cheek,A wind chilling the other,Earmarks of a run.The maple buds are still tight;Mud season is not over. A Tanka for March 29 Brrrr, winter is back,Frost is winning over sun,Mud ruts are frozen.Two days of this are welcome;It means at least one more run. WEATHER: After the… Read More

Tapping 2022: A Photo Essay

Once again each tapper strapped boots into snowshoes,
tramped up Herbie’s Highway (a ski route on ski days and a snowshoe route on tapping days),
noting that the mice travel on a separate highway,
bypassing the ash trees,
to stop at each maple tree where, selecting with care a fresh patch of bark
to bzzz into as far as the wooden block then bzzz straight back out again,
and feeling pleased to see the blonde shavings that indicate the tap is a “good” one,
the tapper hammered in the spout and the loop of tubing,

and wished each tree well before looking ahead to the crown
then the trunk of the next tree (this one appearing strong in spite of, or because of, a life of adversity).

The snow changed
with the weather
and as the hours passed.
Best of all was the day it rolled away.