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| Mud season in Vermont...also called the 5th season |
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| A closer look at what can swallow up a small car |
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| Pussy willows just beginning to blossom |
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| Took the old bike out for a trip to my brother's sugar house |
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| I remember picking pussy willows at this same patch in the 1960's |
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| Pussy willows up close and personal with a sky blue background |
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| Brother's sugar shack nestled in the woods |
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| The new addition for the fire wood |
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| Sap buckets long the lane |
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| This is where the sap enters to begin the boiling process |
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| The sugar man himself stays busy while the sap boils |
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| Sometimes you can barely see through the sweet smelling steam |
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| Keeping the fire going is a full time job |
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| The sap boils high at the point of entry |
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| The familiar sight of steam rising out through the top of the sugar house |
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| The sugar man uses this dipper to test for readiness |
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| The maple syrup is drawn off before its final preparation |
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| A vintage Vermont maple syrup tin can becomes a decorative display |
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| White Rock Maple...a continued legacy from a long line of sugar men |
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| The finished product...yummmmmmmm! |
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