Wildenblue Farm Journal: Sap has begun to flow

Excerpts from A Country Pathway

I come upon it suddenly, alone-
A little pathway winding in the weeds
That fringe the roadside; and with dreams my own,
I wander as it leads.

Full wistfully along the slender way,
Through summer tan of freckled shade and shine,
I take the path that leads me as it may-
Its every choice is mine

A chipmunk, or a sudden- whirring quail,
Is startled by my step as on I fare-
A garter-snake across the dusty trail
Glances and- is not there.

Above the arching jimson-weeds flare twos
And twos of sallow-yellow butterflies,
Like blooms of lorn primroses blowing loose
When autumn winds arise.

The trail dips- dwindles- broadens then, and lifts
Itself astride a cross-road dubiously,
And, from the fennel marge beyond it, drifts
Still onward, beckoning me.

Why, I am as a long-lost boy that went
At dusk to bring the cattle to the bars,
And was not found again, though Heaven lent
His mother all the stars.

And lo! through the mists that may not be dispelled,
I see an old farm homestead, as in dreams,
Where, like a gem in costly setting held,
The old log cabin gleams.

Oh, darling Pathway! lead me bravely on
Adown your valley-way, and run before
Among the roses crowding up the lawn
And thronging at the door,-

And carry up the echo there that shall
Arouse the drowsy dog, that he may bay
The household out to greet the prodigal
That wanders home to-day.

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Sap has begun to flow

Just a brief note (to myself mostly!)

sap started flowing a tiny bit yesterday, and then enough throughout today so that I collected approximately 12 gallons of it tonight.

Today, I began pruning the fruit trees, and heard a small flock of Canadian geese heading homeward.

As I was smashing down a trail with my snowshoes to check the maple trees farthest out in the field, I noticed the ground was COVERED with snow fleas. And, I found a moth inside one of the sap buckets.

Mom and I went to Vermont last week and saw about 40 robins along the roadside near Orwell.

I do believe spring is tiptoeing in...

2 comments:

Lady JaneMarch 12, 2015 at 10:11 AM
It must be so rewarding to gather the sap. I cant imagine how much work this is.
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Laura ofMarch 13, 2015 at 8:27 AM
I have had to gather sap by toting two 5 gallon jugs on my grandchildren's sled, as the snow melt has left slush and mud where I usually can drive! But, as with any work, the reward is sweet(er!)
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