IT WAS TIME. IT WAS FINALLY HERE. The air was filled with the sweet smell of maple.

Poetry.

A VERY NICE MUFFIN RECIPE.

I don’t think there is any season I look more forward to than spring. I live in the north country and here spring can be a long time coming but when it does it is awesome. No matter what the calendar says spring around here comes when spring comes but there are some sure signs and it always arrives in all its splendid glory…

March: Sugar season when the maple trees are tapped to gather sap for making syrup and sugar…one of the first signs of spring, then comes the budding and the greening up…

When you bite..

Fictional account on how Maple syrup was discovered.

This past weekend, we discovered a new phrase that has probably never been uttered at the breakfast table.