That day dawned not-quite-as-brightly as the previous one (not that any of us, except perhaps Margie and Ed, are very knowledgeable about what dawn looks like). After a little milling around doing I'm not sure exactly what, we set off to the orchard eager, ready,
Luckily for today's blog fodder, I missed a crucial step in yesterday's sugaring entry. Or at least I missed posting a photo about it, which effectively means
The only misleading aspect of this picture is that Ed (driller) and Lee (spigot-inserter, and here multi-tasking on his cell phone) were actually very fast, leaving us bucket-hangers, lid-placers, and sometime tractor-and-fatbike-movers to be racing after them frantically, rather than waiting alongside in the cool pose Ethan assumes here.
The fact that there's still a lot of snow out here, not to mention snow made soft by the relatively warm temperatures, made this task quite hard work, as every step
Over several hours, we made a good dent in this load (not a literal dent), though we couldn't find quite enough trees to hang them all. Still, at the end of the weekend we had set around 1200 buckets, which is a lot of trips through the snow!
Around noon, Lee got a super-urgent call on his cell phone, as he is a is on the list of snow plowers (I don't know exactly what list, but the list). I think at that point approximately two flakes of snow had fallen, so nobody can say that those in the know for western Mass. snow-plowing are sleeping at the wheel! Lee was dispatched for immediate duty, but luckily for us his replacement Kate had shown up by that time, so we were not short-handed. The snow flakes continued to fall, and it was a wet, heavy snow. But we persevered. Between us, Kate and I had one good pair of boots and one half-way good pair of gloves, so we were getting cold. Soon after this, however, Ed pronounced us done. He then proceeded to start arranging logs for a bonfire. I thought this a crazy idea, when we could simply get back as fast as possible, get changed and warm up indoors. Plus, everything was wet, so I didn't like the fire's chances. However, I was soon proved wrong, as Ed got a good blaze going. And that blaze was really warm! Here are the after pictures: hot-dogs over a roaring fire (unless you're vegetarian, when you eat egg sandwiches (thanks Margie and Ethan!) and take pictures).
Now, we just have to hope for the sap to run!



